It is with profound sadness that we share the passing of Bobby Weir. He transitioned peacefully, surrounded by loved ones, after courageously beating cancer as only Bobby could. Unfortunately, he succumbed to underlying lung issues.
For over sixty years, Bobby took to the road. A guitarist, vocalist, storyteller, and founding member of the Grateful Dead. Bobby will forever be a guiding force whose unique artistry reshaped American music. His work did more than fill rooms with music; it was warm sunlight that filled the soul, building a community, a language, and a feeling of family that generations of fans carry with them. Every chord he played, every word he sang was an integral part of the stories he wove. There was an invitation: to feel, to question, to wander, and to belong.
Bobby’s final months reflected the same spirit that defined his life. Diagnosed in July, he began treatment only weeks before returning to his hometown stage for a three-night celebration of 60 years of music at Golden Gate Park. Those performances, emotional, soulful, and full of light, were not farewells, but gifts. Another act of resilience. An artist choosing, even then, to keep going by his own design. As we remember Bobby, it’s hard not to feel the echo of the way he lived. A man driftin’ and dreamin’, never worrying if the road would lead him home. A child of countless trees. A child of boundless seas.
There is no final curtain here, not really. Only the sense of someone setting off again. He often spoke of a three-hundred-year legacy, determined to ensure the songbook would endure long after him. May that dream live on through future generations of Dead Heads. And so we send him off the way he sent so many of us on our way: with a farewell that isn’t an ending, but a blessing. A reward for a life worth livin’.
His loving family, Natascha, Monet, and Chloe, request privacy during this difficult time and offer their gratitude for the outpouring of love, support, and remembrance. May we honor him not only in sorrow, but in how bravely we continue with open hearts, steady steps, and the music leading us home. Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
He was my first love in the Grateful Dead, and despite many ups & downs I have always loved him.
This news hits like a hammer, but somehow a soft hammer based on his often stated attitude about death. It didn't scare him, he didn't see it as an ending and he wouldn't want us to mourn him, but to celebrate him.
So three cheers for the good & great Bob Weir, who truly was and is now forever one of the Grateful Dead.
RIP Bobby. Thank you for your contributions to the soundtrack of my life. May the four winds blow you safely home. Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock your soul.
And the daylight is leaving
The work is nearly done
In the quiet of the evening
There's a song
Goodnight, all you cowboys
Though your plains fun and rough
But the angels appeared one time
To folks such as us
And goodnight to all you cowgirls
Until we next all meet
You will sweeten our memories
And dreams while we sleep
And goodnight, wide Wyoming
If that's still where we are
But if we've wandered into Heaven
Well, Jackson Hole's just not that far
Oh, night, the daylight stealing
All your gold from the sky
You're a poor thief, you're leaving
All your diamonds behind
You're a poor thief, you're leaving
All your diamonds behind
Goodnight, all you cowboys
We've got treasure enough
'Cause the angels appeared one time
To those such as us
Goodnight, all you cowboys
Though your plains fun and rough
'Cause the angels appeared one time
To folks such as us
Such as us
Walk in the sunshine, watch for the bright sun
Be all those things you're able to be
You got to listen to the heavens
You got to try and understand
The greatness of their movement
Is just as small as it is grand
It's been a while but I just wanted to let the denizens of the black screen know that this community helped me through some tough times. I love you for that. I also wanted to share with a community that has shared many of the same experiences with brother Bob and his Merry friends. My life was made more fun and interesting and I'm glad I got on the bus.
The whispers have been going around here and elsewhere and with nothing coming out of Bob's camp I was kind of expecting something like this, but still I wasn't ready. Wow. This is heavy and definitely the end of an era for lots of us. So glad I made it out to GGP even if the shows were meh.
Part 2 of the Weather Report Suite, but played on its own after 1974
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door (note 1)
See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal (note 2)
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield (note 3)
Chorus
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am
So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall
RIP BOB since getting on the bus in 1976, you and the grateful dead were a main stay in my life. Thank you for the ride, and the bus will continue to roll.
When "the kid" in your all time favorite band goes down, it really shines a spotlight on your own mortality doesn't it?
In world of copy-cats and also-rans, Bobby was one of a kind and how many artists can you say that about. There isn't anyone to even remotely compare him to. More fun than a frog in a glass of milk.
Ace was an equal force to Garcia on many an evening. An incredible feat on it own. The ultimate Ying Yang in the history of rock music.
The Empire State Building shining in tie-dye colors to honor the life and legacy of Bob Weir, an American musician and songwriter best known as a founding member of the Grateful Dead.
His final show in the Polo Fields at Golden Gate Park for the 60th anniversary was a fitting mic drop. There literally wasn't a cloud in the sky that day. Sunshine Daydream!
Good tidings on your adventures in Eternity, Bobby, we'll keep the flame lit down here on Planet Earth. Thanks for the ride!
Today me and the fellers were deep into a recording session cutting a tune called ‘Wrestling An Angel’ when my wife told me our friend Bob Weir had made his journey from this earthly realm into the heavens. We are all completely devastated but I also can’t help but feel like he is at total peace and more magical now than he ever was. I’ve never knew a person so in tune with the cosmos. Who was so mystical and smart and mysterious, alluring and radiant. He was a star wrangler .. a celestial skysage who traded fear for wonder. Now he is riding the northern lights and skipping barefoot between the constellations… We took a while to try to understand the news and then told some beautiful stories about our times with him.. but eventually we decided to pick ourselves up and got back to recording our music because that’s what he would have wanted us to do. As he said “There’s work to be done.”
I’ll always cherish the memories I have of Bob .. of hanging out in his hotel room and him showing me his record collection and mobile recording rig. Sitting there listening to kind of blue in silence. Soaking in the frequencies. Of him busting into ‘when I paint my masterpiece’ at my wedding.. and in an instant he turned the place into a joyous musical celebration. It was the greatest gift anyone could have given us.
He was always ready to “Kick up a fuss” He always had boundless time and knowledge to share with everyone and was truly one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. The world is a better place because of him. I’m extremely grateful to have crossed paths with him in this life.
I am sending all of my love and prayers to his beautiful family and my heart breaks for them.. having just lost my mother recently I comprehend and sympathize with how hard it is to lose someone we hold so dear.
Words are hard to find in these moments.. I just know that he has had such a profound impact on so many of us and we will all carry that onward into the horizon until we someday meet again.
Heavens choir just gained a beautiful new voice. There is joy in knowing he is with some of his old friends again.. singing and laughing and playing beautiful songs.
RIP Bob Weir— Not how any of us wanted to start this year— this is a major loss to the world of music and to our extended family. Losing Bob this close to losing Phil is quite a blow.
Bob was an enigma— a beautiful enigma. As the youngest member of the Grateful Dead he brought, as they all did, his unique personality and take on music into the mix. The Grateful Dead was the true epitome of 'the whole being greater than the sum of its’ parts' and as great as each of those parts was, the whole was truly a synergy that happened to exist as its’ own enigma in the beginning but grew in a space and time based on the dedication to a likemindedness at a moment in musical history when everything lined up in a way that could never happen again. They learned and grew together, in a way that can only be described as familial, and what they discovered, through psychedelic exploration and experimentation, led to not only an approach to music that had never been taken before but to the creation of a whole new genre of music.
Bob was an integral part of this metamorphosis. His voice was the ultimate contrast and compliment to those of Jerry Garcia and Ron “Pigpen” McKernan and his songwriting drew from entirely different influences as well, including rhythm and blues, reggae, cowboy songs, jazz, and classical music,. His guitar playing defied traditional rhythm guitar as it existed prior and, although he and Garcia forged their styles together, their approaches couldn’t have been more different with Bob’s parts invariably seeming to add a sense of mystery and undefinable uniqueness to the music. Having played with Bob countless times through the years, I was always struck by this inimitable style and approach which was such a huge part of the Grateful Dead’s musical tapestries.
When asked about this in an interview years ago, I was quoted as saying “Bob’s very unique chord shapes and rhythmic patterns push you to play differently, and outside yourself. He, very naturally, leads you into a lot of bobbing and weaving, counterpoint, and call and response. And he has this wonderful sense of not needing to compare this moment to any other moment. Every song, every performance, gets approached with a fresh outlook. It’s an intangible thing, but it’s so crucial to all he does.”
When you combine that with the amount of great songs he wrote or co-wrote through the years (some of mine being “Cassidy”, “Jackstraw”, "Estimated Prophet”, “The Other One”, and “Looks Like Rain”) his place in the music pantheon is solidified. Aside from that, he was genuinely a beautiful human being and I am honored to have known him as a friend and to have played together the many, many times that we did. I will cherish those memories and the world of music will keep his spirit alive. — WH
it feels like my favorite uncle died. I remember when GD sets got a bit sloggy, Weir would go nuts bringing the vibe way up, higher and higher. I'm going to miss all of those guys to my last breath. No comparison. Nothing lasts
Heartbroken, I'm not ready for the music to stop. Thanks for all the wonderful posts - Judit, I'm thinking of you and your kind spirit, deathaversaries are very hard, it never gets easier but our guys are never forgotten, they're welcoming Bobby.
The Bills game played Saint going to commercial a little while ago, "This must be heaven"...it is heaven Bobby.
Last night we played Bobby at Hookahville 1999, with Rat Dog and Bobby played a few songs with Ekoostik Hookah. Bobby only had jeans and it was very hot. He was talking to our friend Ed and noticed they were the same size, Ed offered Bobby his extra pair of shorts. Bobby's playing in Ed's shorts, the only time I remember seeing a younger Bobby in long cut off shorts.
So grateful for the Zone, sharing the pain helps a lot.
The San Francisco 49ers will honor legendary Grateful Dead guitarist and dedicated 49ers fan Bob Weir, who recently passed away, during their game today, Sunday, January 11, 2026.
While specific pre-game or in-game ceremonies have not been widely detailed, it is expected that the team and broadcasters, particularly Fox, will pay musical tribute to Weir's life and his passion for the Bay Area team. Weir, a Bay Area native, was a well-known supporter who often attended games and whose music was frequently intertwined with local sports culture.
ESPN has already aired a tribute to the musician and 49ers fan, and a public celebration of Weir's life and music is scheduled to take place at O'Reilly's pub on Haight Street in San Francisco following the game.
"I had the great good fortune to play with Bob at a charity event that Sammy Hagar put on in San Francisco, Acoustic-4-A-Cure in May of 2017, and for a few sublime hours we just sat around and jammed backstage, earthy and inspired, opening up my ears in ways I’ll never forget. Bob was a sharp listener, and his choice of chords, melodies, and tempos created an aura that was at once cosmic and playful, like drifting through Truckin’ on a sun-drenched freeway where the lines between sound and spirit blur in the best possible way. He was kind, completely with it, funny, and totally down to Earth. We then partook in a healthy stage jam together. It was an absolute honor to share these moments with him, and I’m grateful for every note of light he gave this world."
When I heard the news yesterday I watched the Hell in a Bucket video, and it made me laugh. Then I watched the WRS from the GD movie, and damn, it made me cry. I've been laughing and crying ever since.
One thing is clear, in his 60 years of playing he brought a lot of joy to a fuckload of of people. He also played with a ton of musicians, across genres. The outpouring of love he's getting is profound, moving, and so well earned and deserved. It's making me verklempt.
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, goodbye
Surprised and glad so many are shocked by this. While he kept his diagnosis close, the word was out in the community and not the outcome anyone hoped for, concerns have been being shared for a while. I guess many like myself were respectful enough to stay cautiously optimistic and silent. The complete radio silence in the mainstream told you everything we needed to know. I was frankly aghast to hear someone someone who should have known better speaking so freely about it back in December. But honestly he was just speaking what many of us knew in our hearts
it’s just that we had gotten used to having you around
I wonder what the combined total is for The Dead, Ratdog, Other Ones, Bobby and the Midnights, Kingfish, Weir/Wasserman, Furthur, DeadCo, Wolf Bros etc... Plus the hundreds of guest appearances.
I don't know what can be said or put into words that hasn't already been spoken. I loved Bob Weir with all my heart. I loved and needed a man I never met. I started seeing shows in 1989. I was 18 and just graduated HS. I never looked back and foolishly thought it would last forever. Bob Shepparded all of us through the grief of losing Jerry and he made us all feel everything would be alright. It's hard to image a world without Bobby and I am crushed
Are there any pro performers who played more gigs than Booby? Maybe some of the old Preservation Hall Jazz players (who do four 45 minute shows a night).
> While he kept his diagnosis close, the word was out in the community and not the outcome anyone hoped for, concerns have been being shared for a while
Hence the sphere displaying a Stealie back in December? And I remember one of his daughters posted on IG a few months ago - while looking beautiful of course - she also looked very sad. Bobby was in some of her pics but not tagged, it appeared to be some sort of family vacation maybe. Oof.
I'm still taken aback. 78 seems young. I naively thought that he would be around "forever". While I no longer felt the need to see him perform, I took comfort in knowing he was still out there soldiering on. Ultimately I do realize it was a bonus that we had Bobby and Phil for another 30 years after Jerry. Spoiled I was, still sad though.
Hey Googlymoogly, I'm in the exact same boat. Went there with some great long time friends and my kid and his GF. So glad to see him enjoying all his glory at a truly mind and perception bending event. Good last memory of the guy.
I was thinking about when I saw him last, which was with D$C at Oracle Park in SF in 2023. Fortunately, I enjoyed the show so I was left with a positive experience.
But the last time I HEARD Bob was actually during his final performance on Aug. 3rd 2025 in Golden Gate Park. I had been gifted a comp ticket but wasn't feeling up to the hassles so I initially bailed on going, but later that day I was feeling better and it was a beautiful afternoon so I figured I would just take a nice drive and get there late, see if I could get into ADA parking or find a close miracle spot and just see the 2nd set.
As I was turning onto Lincoln Ave that boarders the southern side of the park and was close to the Polo Field I rolled down my windows and I could clearly hear Bob singing "the sun's gonna shine in my back door someday" part to I Know You Rider echoing through the trees and streets, which was VERY cool.
The ADA parking was full and I couldn't find a space anywhere so I drove to one of my favorite spots in the city which is near the park, took a nice walk and then headed for home.
Like many are saying, I always thought Bob would be around for a long time to come so I didn't think about it being the last time, but while I didn't SEE him I was there and I heard him, so as last times go that one is pretty cool.
I keep tearing up as I read tributes and memories of Bob from so many people, the famous and the unknown. The lad made an impact on this world. Good Grief indeed.
Bill will have to say something pretty soon. Maybe his mortality is spooked with the realization that he's the last true original member left.
Just guessing, but maybe he harbors some resentment towards Bob for not standing up for him when he got bumped out of D&C.
>>>we did that to shut him up<<<
Maybe he's just feeling bad about the way he messed with Bob over the years and needs some time to get his thoughts together.
I've told the story before about that GD Shoreline show where they didn't play an encore because Weir was pissed at the drummers, who he thought were purposely speeding up on all his songs just to fuck with him.
That's what you get for being the nice guy, but from the sheer volume and breadth of the tributes that continue to come in, I'd say that in the end Bob reaped what he sowed.
Maybe that will be his lasting legacy - it pays to be nice.
Jerry Garcia had already been playing music with Bob Weir in a jug band when he called me up to form a rock band with them. That’s how I first met Bob. We called ourselves the Warlocks, playing our first real shows at a pizza parlor in Menlo Park and, long story short (but with a few steps in between)… we became the Grateful Dead.
Together, we embarked on a journey without a destination. We didn’t set out to change the world, or to become big stars, or to have our own counterculture — we didn’t know any of those things were actually possible and we wouldn’t have been very interested in them even if we did. Well, not too much, anyway. Just enough to dream.
We were a “group” in the sense that we were five friends trying to have the most amount of fun we could think of as often as we could. That meant playing music and all the other things: taking acid, getting high, goofing around.
During those first rehearsals, which were in the back of a music shop, Bob and I would smoke joints in the back alley, before, during, and after — we had to be careful because it was still taboo back then.
Also, Bob and I were the younger guys in the band, so we liked to do weird shit. By that I mean, we just liked to play pranks and be silly and not take ourselves too seriously.
Right when things really started clicking and the band was getting noticed, there was a period when I lived with Phil Lesh on Belvedere Street and Weir lived with Garcia just a couple blocks over on Ashbury. That part of San Francisco, the Haight-Ashbury district, was getting enough national notoriety that buses full of tourists would stop in front of the Ashbury house and take pictures: “To your left is the home of the Grateful Dead.”
Bob and I used to enjoy throwing water balloons at each other so one day we started throwing them at the tourist buses. That didn’t end well, but it’s making me smile all these years later thinking about it, because it was a time when every day felt like a great American adventure.We used to listen to every new record that came out anywhere. We would go over to Phil’s place, but Bob and I would sit next to each other and we’d listen intently to the music, trying to figure out “How did they do that?” That was a really big thing we used to do together. It was basically like our religion.
Sometimes we’d take STP and sit there and turn the lights down low and the back of the amplifier would glow like a cathedral as we’d listen to the music.
Nothing was more important than having fun and nothing was more fun than playing music. Especially once audiences started coming and we could look out and see a sea of people dancing. Once that happened, it was all we wanted to do. We didn’t want to stop. That was our first real goal — to just keep going.
And so for sixty years, the music never stopped. This was true for all of us, together and apart, but when Bob was off the road, all he wanted to do was get back on it. And in the meantime, he would stop by any bar or club where there was someone playing that would let him sit in. He seemed to always be on some stage, somewhere.
Offstage, we were everything you’d expect from lifelong friends and bandmates. We fought together (both on the same side and opposing), we celebrated together (both personal and professional milestones), and we watched each other, both near and far, as we went from teenagers to old men and all the stops in between.
I once heard Bobby refer to himself as “the greatest rhythm guitar player in the world” and it made me chuckle lightheartedly at my brother’s boastfulness. The thing is… he was probably right.
Time has proven that nobody will ever be able to replace Jerry Garcia — or Phil Lesh — and time will prove the same for Bob Weir.
They were the biggest influence on my own playing, more than any drummer, and they will continue to be the biggest influence on whatever I do next. Their inspiration will continue to take on many forms, as is the very nature of inspiration, but just as those three brothers of mine took inspiration from others and made something new and original out of it, it’s now time for tomorrow’s artists and visionaries to do the same. Keep going forward. Take the inspiration and do something new.
There are so many people who can rightfully say that their life would not have been the same without Bob Weir. That’s been true for me since I was 17. And through it all, the high times and the low tides, my love for him will not, indeed can not, fade away.
In the end, what more was there for him to do? He played it all… and never the same way, twice. I think he had finally said everything he had to say and now he’s on to the next thing. I just hope he was able to bring his guitar with him or otherwise he’ll go crazy.
“Sleep in the stars.
Don’t you cry.
Dry your eyes on the wind.”
Jerry Garcia had already been playing music with Bob Weir in a jug band when he called me up to form a rock band with them. That’s how I first met Bob. We called ourselves the Warlocks, playing our first real shows at a pizza parlor in Menlo Park and, long story short (but with a few steps in between)… we became the Grateful Dead.
Together, we embarked on a journey without a destination. We didn’t set out to change the world, or to become big stars, or to have our own counterculture — we didn’t know any of those things were actually possible and we wouldn’t have been very interested in them even if we did. Well, not too much, anyway. Just enough to dream.
We were a “group” in the sense that we were five friends trying to have the most amount of fun we could think of as often as we could. That meant playing music and all the other things: taking acid, getting high, goofing around.
During those first rehearsals, which were in the back of a music shop, Bob and I would smoke joints in the back alley, before, during, and after — we had to be careful because it was still taboo back then.
Also, Bob and I were the younger guys in the band, so we liked to do weird shit. By that I mean, we just liked to play pranks and be silly and not take ourselves too seriously.
Right when things really started clicking and the band was getting noticed, there was a period when I lived with Phil Lesh on Belvedere Street and Weir lived with Garcia just a couple blocks over on Ashbury. That part of San Francisco, the Haight-Ashbury district, was getting enough national notoriety that busses full of tourists would stop in front of the Ashbury house and take pictures: “To your left is the home of the Grateful Dead.”
Bob and I used to enjoy throwing water balloons at each other so one day we started throwing them at the tourist busses. That didn’t end well, but it’s making me smile all these years later thinking about it, because it was a time when every day felt like a great American adventure.
We used to listen to every new record that came out anywhere. We would go over to Phil’s place, but Bob and I would sit next to each other and we’d listen intently to the music, trying to figure out “How did they do that?” That was a really big thing we used to do together. It was basically like our religion.
Sometimes we’d take STP and sit there and turn the lights down low and the back of the amplifier would glow like a cathedral as we’d listen to the music.
Nothing was more important than having fun and nothing was more fun than playing music. Especially once audiences started coming and we could look out and see a sea of people dancing. Once that happened, it was all we wanted to do. We didn’t want to stop. That was our first real goal — to just keep going.
And so for sixty years, the music never stopped. This was true for all of us, together and apart, but when Bob was off the road, all he wanted to do was get back on it. And in the meantime, he would stop by any bar or club where there was someone playing that would let him sit in. He seemed to always be on some stage, somewhere.
Offstage, we were everything you’d expect from lifelong friends and bandmates. We fought together (both on the same side and opposing), we celebrated together (both personal and professional milestones), and we watched each other, both near and far, as we went from teenagers to old men and all the stops in between.
I once heard Bobby refer to himself as “the greatest rhythm guitar player in the world” and it made me chuckle lightheartedly at my brother’s boastfulness. The thing is… he was probably right.
Time has proven that nobody will ever be able to replace Jerry Garcia — or Phil Lesh — and time will prove the same for Bob Weir.
They were the biggest influence on my own playing, more than any drummer, and they will continue to be the biggest influence on whatever I do next.
Their inspiration will continue to take on many forms, as is the very nature of inspiration, but just as those three brothers of mine took inspiration from others and made something new and original out of it, it’s now time for tomorrow’s artists and visionaries to do the same. Keep going forward. Take the inspiration and do something new.
There are so many people who can rightfully say that their life would not have been the same without Bob Weir. That’s been true for me since I was 17. And through it all, the high times and the low tides, my love for him will not, indeed can not, fade away.
In the end, what more was there for him to do? He played it all… and never the same way, twice. I think he had finally said everything he had to say and now he’s on to the next thing. I just hope he was able to bring his guitar with him or otherwise he’ll go crazy.
There were no bands scheduled for Jerry's memorial, either. Looks like they're following the same template with a change of venue from the Polo Field to CC.
KPFA.org is playing Dead to the World, a live show right now featuring interviews and stories with friends of Bobby's and of the band, hosted by Tim Lynch. Tonight, 8-10
The last time I saw the core 4 together, Darien Lake 2003... this one features Bob Dylan on vocals but I post it because I always loved Bobs rhythm guitar on this song...
Last night I went to the Michigan/Washington Men's Basketball game at Hec Ed Pavilion on the UW campus in Seattle. This was the place that Bobby and the Grateful Dead uncorked a nearly 47 minute Playing In The Band, as far as anyone knows, their longest ever performance of a single song.
The game has two 20 minute halves, so the Playin' clocked in 7 minutes longer than the game time.
They don't really use Hec Ed for concerts anymore, which is too bad as it is a medium sized arena with good acoustics. I sat up above where the stage was. A pep band played, cheerleaders twirled, fans cheered, journalists took notes, while the boys played a game. I imagine the UW campus was a scene in the Spring of 1974.
The Andy Coe Band's weekly free-for-all at the Blue Moon Tavern this past Monday was a good local memorial show. Two sets of all-Bobby songs except a He's Gone in the middle of the first set. The place was packed to the gills with people 5 deep on the sidewalk out front.
I'll miss Saturday at the Civic, but along with so many others, will be there in spirit. Wishing all those attending clear skies and mild weather for the gathering.
I miss hanging at the Blue Moon. That was my go to spot for Grateful Dead night around 89-91. Pretty sure I met Fast Eddie there one night during the drums/space part of 11/1/85. I still have a tie-dye SYF shirt from there.
I've been searching in sectors both private and dark
With the eye of a witness - silent and stark
Seen everything that goes on in the night
Things that are twisted and hide from the light
Things that live under the rock and the stone
Flesh like a fever on a platter of bone
Blacker than blackness and whiter than white
Things that live only on the edges of sight
So I pack my sack with a fistful of fire
There are cutthroats and thieves in this night of
desire
Who steals this treasure must contend with its flame
Where only the strange remain
Yea, only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Looking deep and then deeper into every face
Past beauty and wisdom, past gender and race
I see a lone hungry wolf in a shining blue flame
And only the strange remain
I'm dying of thirst with a drink in my hand
Praying for something that I don't understand
One foot on the gravel, one foot in the sky
Too reckless to live and too careful to die
When the moment has passed
With death at the door
Will I still look for answers
Will I still beg for more?
Will I slip into silence or ride with the pain
Where only the strange remain
Yea, yea, yea
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Tell me friend, have you noticed of late
How only the strange remain?
I'm speaking about the cream of the strange
Not the merely weird, out of sight or insane
No, only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
They keep on talking just to rattle their teeth
A light coat of surface and nothing beneath
They're fishing for answers with love as the bait
Related to something that time doesn't date
Soon as it's spoken, it no longer applies
Words twist and stutter and deliver up sighs
If truth is impossible, so is the lie
There's no in-between, you can't swim, you can't fly
At the uttermost link at the end of our chain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
In the dark of silence the strange remain
Yea, only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Pretty sure I met Fast Eddie there one night during the drums/space part of 11/1/85.
i will never forget standing at the counter at that weird vegetarian restaurant down the street from the SF civic center, ordering a lentil dal before a NYE show, and fast eddie just flings the door open, yells directly at me "HEY! YOU! WANNA BUY A POUND OF MUSHROOMS?" from all the way across the restaurant, and i just look at him like "wtf" and say "uh...no" and he just turns around and leaves without saying a word
The last time I saw Weir was at the my first and only D&C show at the Forum in LA on 12/30/2015. While it was good seeing Bob, Bill, and Mickey share a stage again, I didn't think much of the show, although the Bird Song did get into some cool spaces, I thought.
My second to last Weir show was an acoustic show he did with Jackie Greene and Jonathan Wilson at the once-fabulous Fox Theatre in Bakersfield on 12/09/2012, and that, for me, was some peak Bob. A lot of the show was just Weir and a guitar, and he was really on his game that night. The Dark Star he closed with, accompanied by Greene and Wilson, was truly majestic and mind-bending.
Another night I remember well was Weir and Wasserman on the Scaring the Children tour stop at the World Theater in Tinley Park, IL on July 16, 1992. I was amazed by how much music those two guys made that night.
I've got lots of memories of Bob from GD shows too, of course, and those are the ones I hope to never forget. Playing, like a wave upon the sand.
Bob ripped Hi Hi Hi with Paul, I'd venture it would have been a new project that he would have had him play on. Having Paul play his fuzz tone would be a great addition to any project
When you get a tribute from a Beatle, that goes to the top of the mantle.
Personally, I have no interest in the deal on Saturday. I'm sure it will be nice and the vibes will be good, but the fact that they feel the need to say "This is not a concert, and there will be no live musical performances" shows that unlike the wake for Jerry this is an official, city hall organized event, which makes it bland to me. It will be nice if Bob's family speaks, but I have no interest in hearing a bunch of speeches, especially from the mayor.
It's also obviously a city organized event because they foolishly think that there will be no live musical performances. Maybe nothing official (no Sammy singing Loose Lucy?) but wherever dead heads gather live music is ALWAYS played. I wonder if the mayor will join the drum circle?
I'm sure the aroma in the air will be lovely though, I hope all who go enjoy it.
Nothing against Lurie, he seems to be doing a decent job so far and publicly embracing the Grateful Dead these days is a smart move, but he's still a suit and I'm fairly certain he wasn't hanging at the Greek or the Kaiser back in the '80s when it WASN'T mainstream cool to be a dead head.
And yes, Weir being a lifelong 49ers fan he would also not be attending this event with a playoff game happening the same day.
I'm sure he would appreciate the event, but he always had his priorities in order.
Lurie is probably just trying to avoid the 420 shit show on Hippie Hill that would have happened if there wasn't something official. I would be there but I have guests from LA in this weekend so I can't make it but that is appropriate since I couldn't make Bill Graham's or Jerry's either.
Where do you suppose everyone will go after this little soirée is over.
I can't imagine what the people who live in 710 must think of the fucking Grateful Dead. They had to know what they were getting into when they brought the place, but still.
"Did you hear? Bob Weir died." "Oh, shit! RED ALERT! Get the hotel reservations, load the emergency luggage and let's get the hell out of here NOW"!
I've always thought they should run tours through the place. Even once or twice a week, they'd make bank.
I've been enjoying revisiting all the Bobby projects, from Kingfish to Wolf Brothers. As I type this I'm rocking out to Evening Moods, which I think is a very underrated album. Bobby was a goddamn rock star!
MY last live Bobby was the Wolfpack, 9/19/23. Being a Bobby lover I figured I'd have a good time regardless of how good it was. Objectively, it was a hot show. https://archive.org/details/bw2023-09-19.ShelburneVT
A nice tribute from BGP's Bob Barsotti, who among many other things was the house manager of Winterland and in later years oversaw the company's division that worked full time on GD and JGB events.
Most everything we dead heads loved about BGP Dead & JGB shows, especially the NYE, Chinese New Years, Mardi Gras shows, etc. we're really thanks to Bob and his brother Peter.
Tomorrow, San Francisco gathers to honor Bobby—first at Civic Center Plaza for a public memorial at 12:45 pm, then at The Warfield that evening. Grahame Lesh & Friends, joined by very special guests, will lead us through the music that has brought this community together for more than 60 years. All proceeds benefit the Furthur Foundation, founded by Bobby 35 years ago to support good causes in the Bay Area and around the world.
January 17, 2026 · The Warfield · San Francisco Capacity is limited. Tickets on sale tonight at 7pm PT
Even though I vividly remember the first time I saw Bob on stage with the Grateful Dead, and countless other times in various configurations and settings, I am unable to recall the last time I saw Bob play live. Pretty sure it was with Phil at the Beach Park.
Even though I gave up strict chronology after my first hundred Grateful Dead shows, or so, some of you freaks have diligently documented everything. If somebody can list times Bob played Terrapin Crossroads that might jog my memory.
I found your answer in a web site. I tested the link in Techie Talk - Test and it worked fine, but it didn't work in Other Stuff - dunno why.. Go to that page of the Zone and find my post. It should work there.
According to the site, Weir played 4 times at TC. Set lists are included.
Mid-August 1995, 1st live music after Garcia's passing, coming out of intermission, Di Meola talks about taking the subway to MSG to see the Dead, which I did Sept. '90 & '91.
For those who can’t join us at The Warfield tonight Howling Wolves, A Tribute to Bobby Weir featuring Grahame Lesh & Friends with very special guests will be livestreamed on @nugsnet and free for all on nugs Youtube. Celebrate Bobby’s legacy with us & while you watch please consider donating to the Furthur Foundation.
Oh man, it's finally hit me after watching the celebration of Bob's life.
I learned about it while visiting my dad in Florida who's dealing with Parkinsons. My step mother read the headline from her ipad as we were about to eat dinner. It felt like I was punched in the gut and couldn't eat or speak at the moment. They knew it was important to me, but they didn't get it and I stayed numb to it for over a week.
I'm still at a loss for words, but the reality has started to set in.
That was about as nice as it could possibly have been. I wasn't surprised that Mayer's words were heartfelt and excellent, the best of what I heard.
I also enjoyed Warren's story of Bob saying "fuck 'em" about the snob symphony musicians walking off stage (his screeching guitar was probably just too much for them) and even Mickey wasn't bad. And of course Bob's daughters & wife were excellent as well.
The finale was spot on, and it was cool seeing Joan Baez dancing up a storm with Bob's daughter. I've never been a fan of Joan's singing but I'm a big fan of hers, as she is a 100% top drawer person.
It's too bad Billy wasn't there, maybe his health held him back.
The show tonight should be something, and a perfect rockin' counterpoint to today's speeches and memories. I wish I could be there, but I've been there before, which means I'm still there now.
I wish I could join all of you for Bobby’s “Homecoming” today, but I’m having my own Hawaiian send off for his spirit, while I simultaneously grieve for the loss of my friend.
I think it’s great that the community is going to gather afterwards at the Warfield — that makes sense to me, as we all know about the healing power of live music and togetherness. One last howl at the moon.
You know, the Grateful Dead recorded portions of Reckoning and Dead Set during our 15-show run at The Warfield in 1980 and Jerry still has his name on the dressing room, so I’m sure the ghosts will be rocking in the rafters tonight.
When we used to play there, in place of a band name, Bill Graham just wrote on the marquee: “They aren’t the best at what they do. They’re the only ones that do what they do.” He wouldn’t even put the band name up there. Everyone knew.
I’ll have all of you in my heart today as I look out over the waves to the horizon, while I converse with so many of the memories that have proven to last a lifetime. (I’ll also be tuning into the livestream, I’m sure).
Okay, Bobby. You never were one for eulogies. But if I knew the way, I would take you home…
i was at the show warren told the story about! was nice to hear the story behind it. it also reminded me of that bob show he did with the marin symphony, it was hilarious to see all the symphony season pass holders who showed up with absolutely no idea that they were going to a dead show and not a nice evening at the symphony. some of those people were fucking pissed we smoked out their precious symphony hall.
having to share a space with nancy pelosi was a huge bummer but im glad i got to hear joan sing. joan is a legend but i wouldnt ordinarily go out of my way to see her preform so that was pretty nice.
also i really would have liked to hear something from jeff chimenti, perhaps more than anyone else there except for mickey and the weir family. jeff has been in it for life pretty much since just a couple years after jerry died. mayer talked about how much weir changed his life and i can only imagine that applies to jeff x100.
(And this is written much later than thought would be) as l'd go from having endless words on hand, to a numb mind void of thought with the Shock and utter Sadness on the sudden passing of Dear Friend...Brother...
Mentor...Bobby Weir!
I'm just reflecting on the fact that 29 years ago (more than half of my life), you graciously welcomed me into your world and "family" to be able to be your bandmate on all the different bands/projects over the years and get to share in the many many magical nights of music and unparalleled life experiences together that I would not have had otherwise! What an amazing ride!!
In addition to your belief in me, you taught me so much about music and just life in general! As a result, l am a better person for it and I can't THANK YOU enough for that and am
ETERNALLY INDEBTED!!
You have touched the lives of millions of people and I am Truly HONORED and BLESSED to have been one of them and your spirit will stay with me for the rest of my life!!
I know our journey is on "pause" for now and you are once again with your "Family" in the Heavens, but I will see you again My Friend!!
Howling Wolves: A Tribute To Bobby Weir - Grahame Lesh And Friends was pretty great lineup
BAND IS Grahame Lesh on acoustic guitar, Dave Ellis on sax, Barry Sless on guitar, Oteil on bass, Greg Leisz on pedal steel, the Wolf Pack (Brian Switzer, Adam Theis, and Alex Kelly), Jason Crosby on keys, John Molo on drums, Sunshine Becker on vocals, Elliot Peck on vocals, Alex Koford on drums, Holly Bowling on piano, Stu Allen on guitar, John Kimock on drums, Pete Sears on bass, Mark Karan
Cassidy [1]
Playing In The Band [2] ->
Uncle John's Band
Estimated Prophet [3] ->
The Other One [4]
Waiting For A Train [5]
Bird Song [6]
Black Throated Wind [7]
New Minglewood Blues [8]
The Music Never Stopped
SET 2 (started at 12:07 AM PST)
Jack Straw [9]
Dark Star ->
The Other One ->
Lady With A Fan >
Terrapin Station [1] >
Terrapin >
Playing In The Band (Reprise)
Truckin' ->
Cassidy
Encore: Sugar Mags-NFA
LOVE IS REAL - NOT FADE AWAY
Instrumental
Unfinished, with Footprints by Wayne Shorter tease
with Money by Pink Floyd tease
Unfinished
Jimmie Rodgers cover, with Rambling Jack Elliott and Paul Knight. FTP by any Dead iteration (AFAIK)
^ Not that they needed more guitar players, but it would have been a nice "let bygones be bygones" opportunity to see Steve Kimock up there, seeing he had considerable history with Weir dating back to mid 80s with Kingfish, including Ratdog stuff, up until Blue Mountain band, a sit in with Wolf Bros, and a 2019 show at Sweetwater (Steve Kimock and Friends) -- not that I know anything about the state of the Lesh/Kimock relationship.
I'm watching replay now and enjoying every bit of the show. Elliott Peck is something else, for sure.
I wouldn't read too much into who was or wasn't at the show. Grahame likely only had two or three days to throw the thing together, so it's not surprising that it was almost completely a Terrapin family jam.
I was surprised to see that the daytime event included a traditional funeral procession including a hearse. I'm no expert on that type of thing, but something like that usually connotes to me that the "stiff" is getting planted or otherwise laid to rest, usually that same day.
I have been assuming that Bob would want something more mystical/spiritual/trippy like having his ashes spread on the Ganges or at a ranch in Wyoming or be smoked during some ancient tribal ceremony. And maybe that is what's going to happen and they just took him out for one more spin around town.
Either way, it was nice to see the entire extended family involved, including his personal and extended crew. Bob clearly brought people together.
Was able to catch the second set on the stream (show went late!), and just wow. They couldn't have had much rehearsal but those players know the material so well it was really well played, well mixed, just so solid altogether. And the energy in that room was palpable even on the stream. It's not correct to say they played the Terrapin/Inspiration section instrumental- they just let the crowd sing the vocals, loud and proud, every word. Just remarkable.
Kimock not being there probably had more to do with him living on the East Coast- John Kimock was there, after all, so it couldn't have been a grudge fest. Great to see Pete Sears out there for a bit, and Barry Sless and Molo, of course. The two-drum set up worked well. And Holly Bowling is so good. Very impressed at what Grahame was able to throw together in a short amount of time for a crowd that needed the release. I'm going to watch the first set here in a bit, excited to see Ramblin' Jack do his thing. Paul Knight is his sound guy/manager/roadie/accompanist so that's how he got out on stage.
All in all an emotional day for the scene- Bob was the figurehead of the post-Jerry dead scene that eventually grew into a cultural force of its own. For a lot of (younger) people, Bob was their Jerry (strange to say, I know). His passing is the end of an era (almost) as much as Jerry's passing was and things just won't be the same without him. Phil's loss might have been more personal to me but as long as Bob was alive the circus was still in town- and now it's packed and gone.
I think the Lesh's were there, I thought I saw Jill at the end and Grahame said he was there, and maybe so were some of the Garcia clan, they just didn't talk.
I've never heard of any bad feelings from anyone with Bob or his family, probably because he was the nice guy in the bunch.
As with Phil and Donna Jean, I miss Bob Hunters eulogies, somehow he always could elicit the words from the cosmos to help us through....
the poem Bob read while spreading Garcia's ashes in the Ganges
"Last Words for Jerry Garcia"
Go naked in the world, wind for your cloak and coverlet.
Whom the Gods love best they reward with early death, gather them into the sun, reflect them in moonlight, crown them with comets, anoint them with shooting stars.
Go naked to the Throne of Love, go as the stars go, arrayed in their own incandescent light.
Go and our hearts go with you.
Return to the source of the soul by way of the Sacred River, royal road to the sea where all shall be music and dreams shall be dreams no more, but visions of the World's foundation scattered among stars.
Dust shall be dust and the voice of dust shall be music, pleasing to God who sent it forth in search of melody to crown His silence with eternal song.
I googled it and AI says it's a couple days off so maybe that's just the days actually "between" and not counting the days themselves(making it an accurate statement) what makes that interesting to me is the last time I saw Phil and Bob together was 11/11/11 and the last song they did was the Eleven> US Blues at 11:11 pm
I consider Holly Bowling to be a "technically deep" musician. Her adaptations of GD compositions, some more successful than others, all show a sophisticated musical knowledge, and an ability to analyze, like an engineer or mathmetician. Not being a musician myself, I really appreciate her perspective. I only wish she had given some specific examples of those "got it" and especially the "holy shit Bob Weir" moments. Wouldn't be the Grateful Dead without Bob Weir!
I’ve struggled with what to say since Bobby passed, feeling like I was expected to write something but unsure of what to say. I didn’t know him, not as a person, so I felt the words were best left to those who did. We played together a few times - something I’ll always be thankful for - but we never spoke long enough for me to feel like I knew him as a human being rather than as a musician.
I can talk about the music all day though.
I didn’t have a defining moment in my life like some people do where I discovered the Grateful Dead and things were never the same. There’s no lightbulb moment I can point to where I “got it.” I grew up with those songs and they were just part of my childhood and growing up. Things like that, the ones that are there your whole life without you inviting them in, are just part of you, but in an unexamined way. They build themselves a little spot inside of you without the usual application process and wind themselves around your memories.
When I got older and started going to shows and chasing that thing we all chase when we go see live music, my relationship with the music shifted. It went from being an uninvited but always welcome companion, to something that became my own, something that had a place in my life because I asked it there. The words and melodies changed from talismans carried around as familiar old friends to phrases that now meant something to me, certain ones heard anew as if for the first time even though it was the hundredth. But I still heard it all as the Grateful Dead, the collective.
I can listen to a song a thousand times, but the first time I listen with the intention of learning to play it, it suddenly changes. Little details shyly peek out of the shadows and reveal themselves. Structures and patterns appear, maps and reasons for every turn, the habits and tendencies and voice of the person who coaxed the song out of the ether showing in every line. When I began working my way through the Grateful Dead’s catalog with headphones on and pencil in hand, teasing each instrument apart from the others in order to attempt to weave something cohesive together on the piano to capture the arc and personality of each song - THIS is when the individuals in the band became separate entities for me, when I grew to appreciate each voice rather than letting myself be swept away by the thing they created together. And this is when I did actually have a really distinct “I get it now” moment. I remember sitting at my piano, hours into working on an arrangement and standing up and audibly saying “holy shit, Bob Weir!” I’m not even talking about his guitar playing or how he approached his instrument or improvisation or any of the rest of that. Just the compositional choices he made were insane. I never appreciated it when I was listening to the wild and beautiful animal that was the Grateful Dead, because I was still wrapped up in the band as one living, breathing thing. But when I started digging into the songbook and peeling the layers back, I found myself tumbling through a mesmerizing and intoxicating mix of disbelief and surprise and wonder and how the fuck did he do that and nobody writes stuff like that and how did this not blow my mind the first time or the tenth time or the hundredth time around. But that’s the thing about lifelong companions. Sometimes you don’t recognize them for all that they are when they’ve always been there.
It feels crazy that both Phil and Bob are gone from this particular plane of existence in such a short time. I don’t think I’ve fully wrapped my head around it yet. It’s strange to think that they’ll never play music again. Strange to think that I’ll never play with either of them again, and that none of us will ever hear either of those two human beings make new versions of the sounds that were unmistakably them. Neither of them will stop by shows around the bay anymore, something that felt like an unshakeable constant for a long time, like of course it would always be that way. It’s all going to take a long time to sink in.
In the meantime I’ll be over here feeling incredibly lucky to have been alive in the same time and place as both of them and to have been left with the songbook they left us with. I mean holy shit. What a gift.
(Davesnothere), that was beautifully written. It's often easy to report our gut reactions, but to sit with the feelings and collect our thoughts leads to a deeper understanding, not only for ourselves, but also for those of us who are privileged to get to read those collective thoughts put into words.
Thank you.
And Thank you, Mike, for the flag football link. Good stuff.
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What?
What?
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Just read about this on
Just read about this on Reddit. RIP Bob.
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Fuck. Rest Easy Ace. Thank
Fuck. Rest Easy Ace. Thank you for so many good times...
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Fuck!
Fuck!
Thanks for the good times Ace.
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goddammit cryin my eyes out
goddammit cryin my eyes out right now...
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thank you for some of the
thank you for some of the best moments in my life. Pleasure sharing a planet with you.
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RIP Bobby thank you for the
RIP Bobby thank you for the ride
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Too much with my sister last
Too much with my sister last week, Greg's deathiversary this week, and now Weir.
I don't know how I'll do.
Yes I do, I'll just be sad as fuck. My tears are joining yours.
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I fear this is really true.
I fear this is really true. Though not yet on the mojo wire.
Our Bob Weir. We could not have done it without you man.
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Chloe's post:
Chloe's post:
It is with profound sadness that we share the passing of Bobby Weir. He transitioned peacefully, surrounded by loved ones, after courageously beating cancer as only Bobby could. Unfortunately, he succumbed to underlying lung issues.
For over sixty years, Bobby took to the road. A guitarist, vocalist, storyteller, and founding member of the Grateful Dead. Bobby will forever be a guiding force whose unique artistry reshaped American music. His work did more than fill rooms with music; it was warm sunlight that filled the soul, building a community, a language, and a feeling of family that generations of fans carry with them. Every chord he played, every word he sang was an integral part of the stories he wove. There was an invitation: to feel, to question, to wander, and to belong.
Bobby’s final months reflected the same spirit that defined his life. Diagnosed in July, he began treatment only weeks before returning to his hometown stage for a three-night celebration of 60 years of music at Golden Gate Park. Those performances, emotional, soulful, and full of light, were not farewells, but gifts. Another act of resilience. An artist choosing, even then, to keep going by his own design. As we remember Bobby, it’s hard not to feel the echo of the way he lived. A man driftin’ and dreamin’, never worrying if the road would lead him home. A child of countless trees. A child of boundless seas.
There is no final curtain here, not really. Only the sense of someone setting off again. He often spoke of a three-hundred-year legacy, determined to ensure the songbook would endure long after him. May that dream live on through future generations of Dead Heads. And so we send him off the way he sent so many of us on our way: with a farewell that isn’t an ending, but a blessing. A reward for a life worth livin’.
His loving family, Natascha, Monet, and Chloe, request privacy during this difficult time and offer their gratitude for the outpouring of love, support, and remembrance. May we honor him not only in sorrow, but in how bravely we continue with open hearts, steady steps, and the music leading us home. Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
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Thanks, Fishcane
Thanks, Fishcane
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((((((((((((( Bobby, Family &
((((((((((((( Bobby, Family & Friends )))))))))))))
Thank You! ❤️
((((((((((( judit )))))))))))
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A river of tears here.
A river of tears here.
Rest in Peace sweet Bobby.
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front row, dead center
front row, dead center nov2018, Landmark
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Wow what
Thank you Bobby
we love you
we will miss you
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Jerry, Phil, Donna, Brent,
Jerry, Phil, Donna, Brent, Pig and Keith are welcoming Bobby now.
Rest in power, Bobby.
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What a devastating punch to
What a devastating punch to the gut. 78 even tho part of me felt Bobby would go on forever, wishfully.
He will forever in my heart and soul.
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He was my first love in the
He was my first love in the Grateful Dead, and despite many ups & downs I have always loved him.
This news hits like a hammer, but somehow a soft hammer based on his often stated attitude about death. It didn't scare him, he didn't see it as an ending and he wouldn't want us to mourn him, but to celebrate him.
So three cheers for the good & great Bob Weir, who truly was and is now forever one of the Grateful Dead.
Long live the Grateful Dead!!!
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RIP Bobby. Thank you for your
RIP Bobby. Thank you for your contributions to the soundtrack of my life. May the four winds blow you safely home. Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock your soul.
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Nothing lasts. RIP Bob.
Nothing lasts.
RIP Bob.
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I thought it was fake, till I
I thought it was fake, till I saw that Timmy Carbone posted it :(
So Sad, need to gather my thoughts...
Luv to his family and friends !
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RIP Bobby ⚡️
RIP Bobby ⚡️
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Speechless - had no idea.
Speechless - had no idea. Damn.
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I'm so sad. I'm in NY for my
I'm so sad. I can't believe Bobby is gone.
I'm in NY for my dads funeral.we went to many shows together both with Jerry and post Jerry.
This is a real additional kick in the nuts.
All the haters criticizing him on the GGP shows On the black screen while he was playing for life , literally. Now we know why.
thanks for everything Ace! Fare thee well.
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So wait, he passed on the
So wait, he passed on the same day as Bowie... ten years later
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Bummer. {{{{{{{Bobby}}}}}}}
Bummer. {{{{{{{Bobby}}}}}}}
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Fare Thee Well ((( Bobby )))
Fare Thee Well ((( Bobby ))) Sleep in the STARS
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Thanks for the GREAT times!
Thanks for the GREAT times! RIP
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>>>>he passed on the same day
>>>>he passed on the same day as Bowie... ten years later
Also the same day as bluesman Howlin' Wolf in 1976, author of 'Smokestack Lightning'.
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And the daylight is leaving
And the daylight is leaving
The work is nearly done
In the quiet of the evening
There's a song
Goodnight, all you cowboys
Though your plains fun and rough
But the angels appeared one time
To folks such as us
And goodnight to all you cowgirls
Until we next all meet
You will sweeten our memories
And dreams while we sleep
And goodnight, wide Wyoming
If that's still where we are
But if we've wandered into Heaven
Well, Jackson Hole's just not that far
Oh, night, the daylight stealing
All your gold from the sky
You're a poor thief, you're leaving
All your diamonds behind
You're a poor thief, you're leaving
All your diamonds behind
Goodnight, all you cowboys
We've got treasure enough
'Cause the angels appeared one time
To those such as us
Goodnight, all you cowboys
Though your plains fun and rough
'Cause the angels appeared one time
To folks such as us
Such as us
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RIP Bob Weir .... grateful
RIP Bob Weir .... grateful dead family
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So sad.
So sad.
Thx 4 the positive he gave all of us.
RIP Bob.
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Walk in the sunshine, watch for the bright sun
Be all those things you're able to be
You got to listen to the heavens
You got to try and understand
The greatness of their movement
Is just as small as it is grand
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"Thank you For a real good
"Thank you For a real good time!"
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Sorry for your loss Eggman,
Sorry for your loss Eggman, blessings to you and your Family
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rest in peace brother Bobby.
rest in peace brother Bobby.
thanks for always keeping it Weir-d.
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https://youtu.be/NaRBvsdfgBU
https://youtu.be/NaRBvsdfgBU
Thank You Bobbie !
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Dylan's thoughts on Weir from
Dylan's thoughts on Weir from Philosophy of Modern Song
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RIP Ace
RIP Ace
Black Throated Wind - solo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2i0f1YBixM
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We were there
We were there
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Awe Bummer Thank You for a
Awe Bummer Thank You for a real good Time..Bobby hoo koo eeh choo all Light Long
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It's been a while but I just
It's been a while but I just wanted to let the denizens of the black screen know that this community helped me through some tough times. I love you for that. I also wanted to share with a community that has shared many of the same experiences with brother Bob and his Merry friends. My life was made more fun and interesting and I'm glad I got on the bus.
"Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine"
Peace, y'all.
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Love you Bob..
Love you Bob.
Best rhythm guitarist EVAH!
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I've always been partial to
I've always been partial to this mashup...
Dude was a lifelong road warrior.
What a hero.
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^ so fckin awesome
^ so fckin awesome
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Jorma
Jorma
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Watching a video of the best
Watching a video of the best show I was at: 9/18/87 MSG Bobby Ace NS OL Jer in fine form in NYC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1W5eyek0Z4A&list=RD1W5eyek0Z4A&start_rad...
With a Good Lovin > La Bamba > Good Lovin
Thank you kindly, Mr. Weir!
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The whispers have been going
The whispers have been going around here and elsewhere and with nothing coming out of Bob's camp I was kind of expecting something like this, but still I wasn't ready. Wow. This is heavy and definitely the end of an era for lots of us. So glad I made it out to GGP even if the shows were meh.
Thank you, for a real good time.
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Just saw the sweetest comment
Just saw the sweetest comment on TXR's post, (paraphrased): Doug Clifton is surely taking photos of Bobby right now!
Here are lengthy comments from Trey, apologies for the messy crops. I'm experiencing emotional exhaustion.
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.... and a cosmic burp
Did not recall that they closed out with Knockin On Heaven's Door
As with SO VERY many Grateful Dead related moments over decades, the unseen tides and winds of cosmic space blow us to that perfect place.
Hugs and Nugs, Bobby
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Weather Report Suite Part II:
Weather Report Suite Part II: Let It Grow
Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Bob Weir
Part 2 of the Weather Report Suite, but played on its own after 1974
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door (note 1)
See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal (note 2)
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield (note 3)
Chorus
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am
So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall
[chorus]
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This is a hell of a show. Hot
This is a hell of a show. Hot tuna with Bob Weir 1/25/2001
Seva benefit BCT (SBD)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZwWQfiEZXs
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The last song Jerry ever
The last song Jerry ever played was a Phil song.
The last song Phil ever played was a Bobby song.
The last song Bobby ever played was a Jerry song.
Thinking of you all tonight. Know our love will not fade away....
(((((((Bobby)))))))
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Randomly decided to listen to
Randomly decided to listen to Lewiston ME 1980 tonight and held it together until the post space songs.
NFA>The Wheel>UJB reprise>Playing reprise>Sugar Magnolia E. OMSN>Brokedown Palace.
RIP Bobby.
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RIP Bobby
RIP Bobby
Truly a road warrior.
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RIP BOB since getting on the
RIP BOB since getting on the bus in 1976, you and the grateful dead were a main stay in my life. Thank you for the ride, and the bus will continue to roll.
https://www.facebook.com/reel/195901159928999
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long as we got to be
long as we got to be
as long as we are
I just wanna be
one of them little stars
one of them little stars
would be just fine
cuz' all you gotta do
is hang up there
and shine
HANG UP THERE AND SHINE
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When "the kid" in your all
When "the kid" in your all time favorite band goes down, it really shines a spotlight on your own mortality doesn't it?
In world of copy-cats and also-rans, Bobby was one of a kind and how many artists can you say that about. There isn't anyone to even remotely compare him to. More fun than a frog in a glass of milk.
Ace was an equal force to Garcia on many an evening. An incredible feat on it own. The ultimate Ying Yang in the history of rock music.
Rob Eaton's stock has now dramatically risen.
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The Empire State Building
The Empire State Building shining in tie-dye colors to honor the life and legacy of Bob Weir, an American musician and songwriter best known as a founding member of the Grateful Dead.
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Sleep in the Stars, Bobby. We
Sleep in the Stars, Bobby. We will miss you.
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Bob's death is hitting me
Bob's death is hitting me hard. Feeling old and in the way.
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His final show in the Polo
His final show in the Polo Fields at Golden Gate Park for the 60th anniversary was a fitting mic drop. There literally wasn't a cloud in the sky that day. Sunshine Daydream!
Good tidings on your adventures in Eternity, Bobby, we'll keep the flame lit down here on Planet Earth. Thanks for the ride!
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Billy Strings' tribute to Bob
Billy Strings' tribute to Bob:
Today me and the fellers were deep into a recording session cutting a tune called ‘Wrestling An Angel’ when my wife told me our friend Bob Weir had made his journey from this earthly realm into the heavens. We are all completely devastated but I also can’t help but feel like he is at total peace and more magical now than he ever was. I’ve never knew a person so in tune with the cosmos. Who was so mystical and smart and mysterious, alluring and radiant. He was a star wrangler .. a celestial skysage who traded fear for wonder. Now he is riding the northern lights and skipping barefoot between the constellations… We took a while to try to understand the news and then told some beautiful stories about our times with him.. but eventually we decided to pick ourselves up and got back to recording our music because that’s what he would have wanted us to do. As he said “There’s work to be done.”
I’ll always cherish the memories I have of Bob .. of hanging out in his hotel room and him showing me his record collection and mobile recording rig. Sitting there listening to kind of blue in silence. Soaking in the frequencies. Of him busting into ‘when I paint my masterpiece’ at my wedding.. and in an instant he turned the place into a joyous musical celebration. It was the greatest gift anyone could have given us.
He was always ready to “Kick up a fuss” He always had boundless time and knowledge to share with everyone and was truly one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. The world is a better place because of him. I’m extremely grateful to have crossed paths with him in this life.
I am sending all of my love and prayers to his beautiful family and my heart breaks for them.. having just lost my mother recently I comprehend and sympathize with how hard it is to lose someone we hold so dear.
Words are hard to find in these moments.. I just know that he has had such a profound impact on so many of us and we will all carry that onward into the horizon until we someday meet again.
Heavens choir just gained a beautiful new voice. There is joy in knowing he is with some of his old friends again.. singing and laughing and playing beautiful songs.
Thank you Bob. ❤️
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Warren Haynes tribute to Bob:
Warren Haynes tribute to Bob:
RIP Bob Weir— Not how any of us wanted to start this year— this is a major loss to the world of music and to our extended family. Losing Bob this close to losing Phil is quite a blow.
Bob was an enigma— a beautiful enigma. As the youngest member of the Grateful Dead he brought, as they all did, his unique personality and take on music into the mix. The Grateful Dead was the true epitome of 'the whole being greater than the sum of its’ parts' and as great as each of those parts was, the whole was truly a synergy that happened to exist as its’ own enigma in the beginning but grew in a space and time based on the dedication to a likemindedness at a moment in musical history when everything lined up in a way that could never happen again. They learned and grew together, in a way that can only be described as familial, and what they discovered, through psychedelic exploration and experimentation, led to not only an approach to music that had never been taken before but to the creation of a whole new genre of music.
Bob was an integral part of this metamorphosis. His voice was the ultimate contrast and compliment to those of Jerry Garcia and Ron “Pigpen” McKernan and his songwriting drew from entirely different influences as well, including rhythm and blues, reggae, cowboy songs, jazz, and classical music,. His guitar playing defied traditional rhythm guitar as it existed prior and, although he and Garcia forged their styles together, their approaches couldn’t have been more different with Bob’s parts invariably seeming to add a sense of mystery and undefinable uniqueness to the music. Having played with Bob countless times through the years, I was always struck by this inimitable style and approach which was such a huge part of the Grateful Dead’s musical tapestries.
When asked about this in an interview years ago, I was quoted as saying “Bob’s very unique chord shapes and rhythmic patterns push you to play differently, and outside yourself. He, very naturally, leads you into a lot of bobbing and weaving, counterpoint, and call and response. And he has this wonderful sense of not needing to compare this moment to any other moment. Every song, every performance, gets approached with a fresh outlook. It’s an intangible thing, but it’s so crucial to all he does.”
When you combine that with the amount of great songs he wrote or co-wrote through the years (some of mine being “Cassidy”, “Jackstraw”, "Estimated Prophet”, “The Other One”, and “Looks Like Rain”) his place in the music pantheon is solidified. Aside from that, he was genuinely a beautiful human being and I am honored to have known him as a friend and to have played together the many, many times that we did. I will cherish those memories and the world of music will keep his spirit alive. — WH
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9~27~03
9~27~03
https://archive.org/details/2003-09-27.paf.sbd.wizard.20545.sbeok.flacf/...
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Born Cross-Eyed
Born Cross-Eyed
February 23, 1968
Kings Beach Bowl
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nNBZRIu4xM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y-MQA4V8G0
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What a fuckin time we had !!
What a fuckin time we had !!
RIP brother, RIP
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it feels like my favorite
it feels like my favorite uncle died. I remember when GD sets got a bit sloggy, Weir would go nuts bringing the vibe way up, higher and higher. I'm going to miss all of those guys to my last breath. No comparison. Nothing lasts
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The Roots FM will be doing a
The Roots FM will be doing a 4 hour tribute to Bob today starting at 2pm CST.....https://player.amperwave.net/14413?blm_aid=18772
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Heartbroken, I'm not ready
Heartbroken, I'm not ready for the music to stop. Thanks for all the wonderful posts - Judit, I'm thinking of you and your kind spirit, deathaversaries are very hard, it never gets easier but our guys are never forgotten, they're welcoming Bobby.
The Bills game played Saint going to commercial a little while ago, "This must be heaven"...it is heaven Bobby.
Last night we played Bobby at Hookahville 1999, with Rat Dog and Bobby played a few songs with Ekoostik Hookah. Bobby only had jeans and it was very hot. He was talking to our friend Ed and noticed they were the same size, Ed offered Bobby his extra pair of shorts. Bobby's playing in Ed's shorts, the only time I remember seeing a younger Bobby in long cut off shorts.
So grateful for the Zone, sharing the pain helps a lot.
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Thanks, sweet Lil. Yes.
Thanks, sweet Lil. Yes.
Patti Smith on Instagram.
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The San Francisco 49ers will
The San Francisco 49ers will honor legendary Grateful Dead guitarist and dedicated 49ers fan Bob Weir, who recently passed away, during their game today, Sunday, January 11, 2026.
While specific pre-game or in-game ceremonies have not been widely detailed, it is expected that the team and broadcasters, particularly Fox, will pay musical tribute to Weir's life and his passion for the Bay Area team. Weir, a Bay Area native, was a well-known supporter who often attended games and whose music was frequently intertwined with local sports culture.
ESPN has already aired a tribute to the musician and 49ers fan, and a public celebration of Weir's life and music is scheduled to take place at O'Reilly's pub on Haight Street in San Francisco following the game.
...as they just scored <3
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"I had the great good fortune
"I had the great good fortune to play with Bob at a charity event that Sammy Hagar put on in San Francisco, Acoustic-4-A-Cure in May of 2017, and for a few sublime hours we just sat around and jammed backstage, earthy and inspired, opening up my ears in ways I’ll never forget. Bob was a sharp listener, and his choice of chords, melodies, and tempos created an aura that was at once cosmic and playful, like drifting through Truckin’ on a sun-drenched freeway where the lines between sound and spirit blur in the best possible way. He was kind, completely with it, funny, and totally down to Earth. We then partook in a healthy stage jam together. It was an absolute honor to share these moments with him, and I’m grateful for every note of light he gave this world."
- Steve Vai
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So much for that....lame !
So much for that....lame ! leave it to Fox to cut it off...ugh !
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When I heard the news
When I heard the news yesterday I watched the Hell in a Bucket video, and it made me laugh. Then I watched the WRS from the GD movie, and damn, it made me cry. I've been laughing and crying ever since.
One thing is clear, in his 60 years of playing he brought a lot of joy to a fuckload of of people. He also played with a ton of musicians, across genres. The outpouring of love he's getting is profound, moving, and so well earned and deserved. It's making me verklempt.
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From out of nowhere Felina
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, goodbye
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OAK tree!
OAK tree...
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Surprised and glad so many
Surprised and glad so many are shocked by this. While he kept his diagnosis close, the word was out in the community and not the outcome anyone hoped for, concerns have been being shared for a while. I guess many like myself were respectful enough to stay cautiously optimistic and silent. The complete radio silence in the mainstream told you everything we needed to know. I was frankly aghast to hear someone someone who should have known better speaking so freely about it back in December. But honestly he was just speaking what many of us knew in our hearts
it’s just that we had gotten used to having you around
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> Dude was a lifelong road
> Dude was a lifelong road warrior.
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Dude showed up when he couldn
Dude showed up when he couldn't even stand
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No one's noticed but the band
No one's noticed but the band's all packed and gone
Was it ever here at all?
But they kept on dancing
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Yeah, and unable to dance he
Yeah, and unable to dance he'd crawl.
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We know how many Grateful
We know how many Grateful Dead shows he attended.
I wonder what the combined total is for The Dead, Ratdog, Other Ones, Bobby and the Midnights, Kingfish, Weir/Wasserman, Furthur, DeadCo, Wolf Bros etc... Plus the hundreds of guest appearances.
The guy had an unparalleled motor.
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i saw this morning they are
i saw this morning they are saying somewhere around 4500 gigs
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I don't know what can be said
I don't know what can be said or put into words that hasn't already been spoken. I loved Bob Weir with all my heart. I loved and needed a man I never met. I started seeing shows in 1989. I was 18 and just graduated HS. I never looked back and foolishly thought it would last forever. Bob Shepparded all of us through the grief of losing Jerry and he made us all feel everything would be alright. It's hard to image a world without Bobby and I am crushed
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Are there any pro performers
Are there any pro performers who played more gigs than Booby? Maybe some of the old Preservation Hall Jazz players (who do four 45 minute shows a night).
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Very heartfelt Bobstar.
Very heartfelt Bobstar. Sorry my statistical question immediately followed your beautiful sentiment.
Bobby was truly unique.
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Bob at TXR
Bob at TXR
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.....
.....
Oh precious child, I Love you so!
What wonders of this world you'll come to know
But one day too, this life you'll leave
Take one last breath and let it go....
--- Lycia Harding (excerpt taken from the poem, Breathe)
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I was wondering how many
I was wondering how many notes came out of Bobs guitar over the years.
The amount of bands and sit ins he did was amazing and should be studied for years and years to come.
10/14/96 Fun fun fun night
Thanks Bob
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Glad now that I custied up to
Glad now that I custied up to see Bobby (for would be the last time for me) at the Sphere.
The "I'll Remember You" still haunts me.
Didn't I Try To Love You?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLL5p6EAFYo
RIP Robert |-|/-\|_|_ Weir
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> While he kept his diagnosis
> While he kept his diagnosis close, the word was out in the community and not the outcome anyone hoped for, concerns have been being shared for a while
Hence the sphere displaying a Stealie back in December? And I remember one of his daughters posted on IG a few months ago - while looking beautiful of course - she also looked very sad. Bobby was in some of her pics but not tagged, it appeared to be some sort of family vacation maybe. Oof.
I'm still taken aback. 78 seems young. I naively thought that he would be around "forever". While I no longer felt the need to see him perform, I took comfort in knowing he was still out there soldiering on. Ultimately I do realize it was a bonus that we had Bobby and Phil for another 30 years after Jerry. Spoiled I was, still sad though.
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I think the IG vacation pics
I think the IG vacation pics were what made me really think something was up
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https://relisten.net/ratdog
https://relisten.net/ratdog/2008/11/21/stealin?source=2507522
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I had the strange experience
I had the strange experience of seeing RatDog / The Band in Central Park the night after Jerry passed.
Bob got through the show...... until he stopped between songs - "its a Fucking shame...." and he walked off
I know how he felt
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Hey Googlymoogly, I'm in the
Hey Googlymoogly, I'm in the exact same boat. Went there with some great long time friends and my kid and his GF. So glad to see him enjoying all his glory at a truly mind and perception bending event. Good last memory of the guy.
Here's to you Bobby,
The Ultimate Talented Goofball!
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Anyone hearing about a
Anyone hearing about a possible event on Sat in SF? Rock Med is out looking for volunteers... Hmm...
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I was thinking about when I
I was thinking about when I saw him last, which was with D$C at Oracle Park in SF in 2023. Fortunately, I enjoyed the show so I was left with a positive experience.
But the last time I HEARD Bob was actually during his final performance on Aug. 3rd 2025 in Golden Gate Park. I had been gifted a comp ticket but wasn't feeling up to the hassles so I initially bailed on going, but later that day I was feeling better and it was a beautiful afternoon so I figured I would just take a nice drive and get there late, see if I could get into ADA parking or find a close miracle spot and just see the 2nd set.
As I was turning onto Lincoln Ave that boarders the southern side of the park and was close to the Polo Field I rolled down my windows and I could clearly hear Bob singing "the sun's gonna shine in my back door someday" part to I Know You Rider echoing through the trees and streets, which was VERY cool.
The ADA parking was full and I couldn't find a space anywhere so I drove to one of my favorite spots in the city which is near the park, took a nice walk and then headed for home.
Like many are saying, I always thought Bob would be around for a long time to come so I didn't think about it being the last time, but while I didn't SEE him I was there and I heard him, so as last times go that one is pretty cool.
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I keep tearing up as I read
I keep tearing up as I read tributes and memories of Bob from so many people, the famous and the unknown. The lad made an impact on this world. Good Grief indeed.
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I didn't spend a lot of time
I didn't spend a lot of time watching or listening to the 60th shows at the time but wow are they heartbreaking to watch now
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I did not make it to GGP for
I did not make it to GGP for the 60th, but I did see the live IMAX movie for the final show.
It was heartbreaking. John Mayer was so solicitous of Bobby - picking up the pick he dropped, etc. I thought something was wrong then.
I wish they would replay the movie in IMAX theaters.
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https://www.theringer.com
https://www.theringer.com/2026/01/12/music/bob-weir-grateful-dead-death-obituary
Good article in The Ringer
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Still haven't seen a
Still haven't seen a statement from Billy
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Precarious?
>>>Still haven't seen a statement from Billy<<<
Precarious?
“Yo!"
How you holding up?
“This corona shit’s for pussies. Back in ’82, we had something going around called groupie pox.”
That sounds terrible.
“Contracting it was fun.”
Sure. Small question about the microphones on Bobby’s speaker cabinet.
“Okay.”
Why four?
“There’s not four. Look careful. There’s five.”
Why?
“Weir had been complaining about wanting a fuller sound. So we did that to shut him up. I think only one mic is actually plugged in.”
Placebo mics?
“Essentially.”
Always something new with this band.
“Never boring, though. Except when we’d play Indianapolis. That was always boring.”
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He'll have to say something
Bill will have to say something pretty soon. Maybe his mortality is spooked with the realization that he's the last true original member left.
Just guessing, but maybe he harbors some resentment towards Bob for not standing up for him when he got bumped out of D&C.
>>>we did that to shut him up<<<
Maybe he's just feeling bad about the way he messed with Bob over the years and needs some time to get his thoughts together.
I've told the story before about that GD Shoreline show where they didn't play an encore because Weir was pissed at the drummers, who he thought were purposely speeding up on all his songs just to fuck with him.
That's what you get for being the nice guy, but from the sheer volume and breadth of the tributes that continue to come in, I'd say that in the end Bob reaped what he sowed.
Maybe that will be his lasting legacy - it pays to be nice.
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Jerry Garcia had already been
Jerry Garcia had already been playing music with Bob Weir in a jug band when he called me up to form a rock band with them. That’s how I first met Bob. We called ourselves the Warlocks, playing our first real shows at a pizza parlor in Menlo Park and, long story short (but with a few steps in between)… we became the Grateful Dead.
Together, we embarked on a journey without a destination. We didn’t set out to change the world, or to become big stars, or to have our own counterculture — we didn’t know any of those things were actually possible and we wouldn’t have been very interested in them even if we did. Well, not too much, anyway. Just enough to dream.
We were a “group” in the sense that we were five friends trying to have the most amount of fun we could think of as often as we could. That meant playing music and all the other things: taking acid, getting high, goofing around.
During those first rehearsals, which were in the back of a music shop, Bob and I would smoke joints in the back alley, before, during, and after — we had to be careful because it was still taboo back then.
Also, Bob and I were the younger guys in the band, so we liked to do weird shit. By that I mean, we just liked to play pranks and be silly and not take ourselves too seriously.
Right when things really started clicking and the band was getting noticed, there was a period when I lived with Phil Lesh on Belvedere Street and Weir lived with Garcia just a couple blocks over on Ashbury. That part of San Francisco, the Haight-Ashbury district, was getting enough national notoriety that buses full of tourists would stop in front of the Ashbury house and take pictures: “To your left is the home of the Grateful Dead.”
Bob and I used to enjoy throwing water balloons at each other so one day we started throwing them at the tourist buses. That didn’t end well, but it’s making me smile all these years later thinking about it, because it was a time when every day felt like a great American adventure.We used to listen to every new record that came out anywhere. We would go over to Phil’s place, but Bob and I would sit next to each other and we’d listen intently to the music, trying to figure out “How did they do that?” That was a really big thing we used to do together. It was basically like our religion.
Sometimes we’d take STP and sit there and turn the lights down low and the back of the amplifier would glow like a cathedral as we’d listen to the music.
Nothing was more important than having fun and nothing was more fun than playing music. Especially once audiences started coming and we could look out and see a sea of people dancing. Once that happened, it was all we wanted to do. We didn’t want to stop. That was our first real goal — to just keep going.
And so for sixty years, the music never stopped. This was true for all of us, together and apart, but when Bob was off the road, all he wanted to do was get back on it. And in the meantime, he would stop by any bar or club where there was someone playing that would let him sit in. He seemed to always be on some stage, somewhere.
Offstage, we were everything you’d expect from lifelong friends and bandmates. We fought together (both on the same side and opposing), we celebrated together (both personal and professional milestones), and we watched each other, both near and far, as we went from teenagers to old men and all the stops in between.
I once heard Bobby refer to himself as “the greatest rhythm guitar player in the world” and it made me chuckle lightheartedly at my brother’s boastfulness. The thing is… he was probably right.
Time has proven that nobody will ever be able to replace Jerry Garcia — or Phil Lesh — and time will prove the same for Bob Weir.
They were the biggest influence on my own playing, more than any drummer, and they will continue to be the biggest influence on whatever I do next. Their inspiration will continue to take on many forms, as is the very nature of inspiration, but just as those three brothers of mine took inspiration from others and made something new and original out of it, it’s now time for tomorrow’s artists and visionaries to do the same. Keep going forward. Take the inspiration and do something new.
There are so many people who can rightfully say that their life would not have been the same without Bob Weir. That’s been true for me since I was 17. And through it all, the high times and the low tides, my love for him will not, indeed can not, fade away.
In the end, what more was there for him to do? He played it all… and never the same way, twice. I think he had finally said everything he had to say and now he’s on to the next thing. I just hope he was able to bring his guitar with him or otherwise he’ll go crazy.
“Sleep in the stars.
Don’t you cry.
Dry your eyes on the wind.”
And get there safely, old friend.
Love you forever,
Billy
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Just read Bill's post. Very
Just read Bill's post. Very moving.
Grateful Fucking Dead Forever!
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Right on Billy, well done.
Right on Billy, well done.
Miss you Bobby.
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Powerful shit Billy.
Powerful shit Billy.
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now I'm crying again
now I'm crying again
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Me too, crying again.
Me too, crying again.
Best tribute I've read all week.
They are brothers forever.
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Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Jerry Garcia had already been playing music with Bob Weir in a jug band when he called me up to form a rock band with them. That’s how I first met Bob. We called ourselves the Warlocks, playing our first real shows at a pizza parlor in Menlo Park and, long story short (but with a few steps in between)… we became the Grateful Dead.
Together, we embarked on a journey without a destination. We didn’t set out to change the world, or to become big stars, or to have our own counterculture — we didn’t know any of those things were actually possible and we wouldn’t have been very interested in them even if we did. Well, not too much, anyway. Just enough to dream.
We were a “group” in the sense that we were five friends trying to have the most amount of fun we could think of as often as we could. That meant playing music and all the other things: taking acid, getting high, goofing around.
During those first rehearsals, which were in the back of a music shop, Bob and I would smoke joints in the back alley, before, during, and after — we had to be careful because it was still taboo back then.
Also, Bob and I were the younger guys in the band, so we liked to do weird shit. By that I mean, we just liked to play pranks and be silly and not take ourselves too seriously.
Right when things really started clicking and the band was getting noticed, there was a period when I lived with Phil Lesh on Belvedere Street and Weir lived with Garcia just a couple blocks over on Ashbury. That part of San Francisco, the Haight-Ashbury district, was getting enough national notoriety that busses full of tourists would stop in front of the Ashbury house and take pictures: “To your left is the home of the Grateful Dead.”
Bob and I used to enjoy throwing water balloons at each other so one day we started throwing them at the tourist busses. That didn’t end well, but it’s making me smile all these years later thinking about it, because it was a time when every day felt like a great American adventure.
We used to listen to every new record that came out anywhere. We would go over to Phil’s place, but Bob and I would sit next to each other and we’d listen intently to the music, trying to figure out “How did they do that?” That was a really big thing we used to do together. It was basically like our religion.
Sometimes we’d take STP and sit there and turn the lights down low and the back of the amplifier would glow like a cathedral as we’d listen to the music.
Nothing was more important than having fun and nothing was more fun than playing music. Especially once audiences started coming and we could look out and see a sea of people dancing. Once that happened, it was all we wanted to do. We didn’t want to stop. That was our first real goal — to just keep going.
And so for sixty years, the music never stopped. This was true for all of us, together and apart, but when Bob was off the road, all he wanted to do was get back on it. And in the meantime, he would stop by any bar or club where there was someone playing that would let him sit in. He seemed to always be on some stage, somewhere.
Offstage, we were everything you’d expect from lifelong friends and bandmates. We fought together (both on the same side and opposing), we celebrated together (both personal and professional milestones), and we watched each other, both near and far, as we went from teenagers to old men and all the stops in between.
I once heard Bobby refer to himself as “the greatest rhythm guitar player in the world” and it made me chuckle lightheartedly at my brother’s boastfulness. The thing is… he was probably right.
Time has proven that nobody will ever be able to replace Jerry Garcia — or Phil Lesh — and time will prove the same for Bob Weir.
They were the biggest influence on my own playing, more than any drummer, and they will continue to be the biggest influence on whatever I do next.
Their inspiration will continue to take on many forms, as is the very nature of inspiration, but just as those three brothers of mine took inspiration from others and made something new and original out of it, it’s now time for tomorrow’s artists and visionaries to do the same. Keep going forward. Take the inspiration and do something new.
There are so many people who can rightfully say that their life would not have been the same without Bob Weir. That’s been true for me since I was 17. And through it all, the high times and the low tides, my love for him will not, indeed can not, fade away.
In the end, what more was there for him to do? He played it all… and never the same way, twice. I think he had finally said everything he had to say and now he’s on to the next thing. I just hope he was able to bring his guitar with him or otherwise he’ll go crazy.
“Sleep in the stars.
Don’t you cry.
Dry your eyes on the wind.”
And get there safely, old friend.
Love you forever,
Billy
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Thanks for posting Judit.
Thanks for posting Judit. That cried me ....
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Jerry, Phil and Bob
Jerry, Phil & Bob.
https://youtu.be/s_8obCnsw4c?si=BOEiA5sdNlMh5wZu
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This is not a music event.
This is not a music event. RSVP here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/homecoming-celebrating-the-life-of-bobby-we...
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There were no bands scheduled
There were no bands scheduled for Jerry's memorial, either. Looks like they're following the same template with a change of venue from the Polo Field to CC.
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KPFA.org is playing a live
KPFA.org is playing Dead to the World, a live show right now featuring interviews and stories with friends of Bobby's and of the band, hosted by Tim Lynch. Tonight, 8-10
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Thanks for the headsup Judit
Thanks for the headsup Judit. Was looking for something to do when I saw your post at @ 8:50 or so. He's gonna do it again next week.
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I couldn't listen all the way
I couldn't listen all the way through and didn't hear about next week. Thanks, Mark.
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The last time I saw the core
The last time I saw the core 4 together, Darien Lake 2003... this one features Bob Dylan on vocals but I post it because I always loved Bobs rhythm guitar on this song...
https://youtu.be/451BsdR5nlU?si=k2DMcIkkU5h4xqqJ
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https://www.eventbrite.com/e
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/homecoming-celebrating-the-life-of-bobby-we...
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Oops, did not see LLOLLO
Oops, did not see LLOLLO already posted this
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11/11/71, Atlanta Municipal
11/11/71, Atlanta Municipal Auditorium.
First Dead show, Pig alive but not in attendance. Keith, no Donna.
Two weeks after Duane Allman's death, the music eased that loss.
No need to say anything other than thanks.
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Last night I went to the
Last night I went to the Michigan/Washington Men's Basketball game at Hec Ed Pavilion on the UW campus in Seattle. This was the place that Bobby and the Grateful Dead uncorked a nearly 47 minute Playing In The Band, as far as anyone knows, their longest ever performance of a single song.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=amTokiFwW18
The game has two 20 minute halves, so the Playin' clocked in 7 minutes longer than the game time.
They don't really use Hec Ed for concerts anymore, which is too bad as it is a medium sized arena with good acoustics. I sat up above where the stage was. A pep band played, cheerleaders twirled, fans cheered, journalists took notes, while the boys played a game. I imagine the UW campus was a scene in the Spring of 1974.
The Andy Coe Band's weekly free-for-all at the Blue Moon Tavern this past Monday was a good local memorial show. Two sets of all-Bobby songs except a He's Gone in the middle of the first set. The place was packed to the gills with people 5 deep on the sidewalk out front.
I'll miss Saturday at the Civic, but along with so many others, will be there in spirit. Wishing all those attending clear skies and mild weather for the gathering.
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I miss hanging at the Blue
I miss hanging at the Blue Moon. That was my go to spot for Grateful Dead night around 89-91. Pretty sure I met Fast Eddie there one night during the drums/space part of 11/1/85. I still have a tie-dye SYF shirt from there.
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Grateful Dead sent an email
Grateful Dead sent an email full of tributes and stories from band members and others.
from Dead.Net, email was from [email protected]
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Only The Strange Remain
Only The Strange Remain
by Robert Hunter and Mickey Hart
I've been searching in sectors both private and dark
With the eye of a witness - silent and stark
Seen everything that goes on in the night
Things that are twisted and hide from the light
Things that live under the rock and the stone
Flesh like a fever on a platter of bone
Blacker than blackness and whiter than white
Things that live only on the edges of sight
So I pack my sack with a fistful of fire
There are cutthroats and thieves in this night of
desire
Who steals this treasure must contend with its flame
Where only the strange remain
Yea, only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Looking deep and then deeper into every face
Past beauty and wisdom, past gender and race
I see a lone hungry wolf in a shining blue flame
And only the strange remain
I'm dying of thirst with a drink in my hand
Praying for something that I don't understand
One foot on the gravel, one foot in the sky
Too reckless to live and too careful to die
When the moment has passed
With death at the door
Will I still look for answers
Will I still beg for more?
Will I slip into silence or ride with the pain
Where only the strange remain
Yea, yea, yea
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Tell me friend, have you noticed of late
How only the strange remain?
I'm speaking about the cream of the strange
Not the merely weird, out of sight or insane
No, only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
They keep on talking just to rattle their teeth
A light coat of surface and nothing beneath
They're fishing for answers with love as the bait
Related to something that time doesn't date
Soon as it's spoken, it no longer applies
Words twist and stutter and deliver up sighs
If truth is impossible, so is the lie
There's no in-between, you can't swim, you can't fly
At the uttermost link at the end of our chain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
In the dark of silence the strange remain
Yea, only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
Only the strange remain
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Pretty sure I met Fast Eddie
i will never forget standing at the counter at that weird vegetarian restaurant down the street from the SF civic center, ordering a lentil dal before a NYE show, and fast eddie just flings the door open, yells directly at me "HEY! YOU! WANNA BUY A POUND OF MUSHROOMS?" from all the way across the restaurant, and i just look at him like "wtf" and say "uh...no" and he just turns around and leaves without saying a word
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Here Comes The Sun > Here
Here Comes The Sun > Here Comes Sunshine?
Hello, Goodbye > He's Gone?
Blackbird?
what would they have played?
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Being for the Benefit of Mr.
Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite! > Lovelight
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The last time I saw Weir was
The last time I saw Weir was at the my first and only D&C show at the Forum in LA on 12/30/2015. While it was good seeing Bob, Bill, and Mickey share a stage again, I didn't think much of the show, although the Bird Song did get into some cool spaces, I thought.
My second to last Weir show was an acoustic show he did with Jackie Greene and Jonathan Wilson at the once-fabulous Fox Theatre in Bakersfield on 12/09/2012, and that, for me, was some peak Bob. A lot of the show was just Weir and a guitar, and he was really on his game that night. The Dark Star he closed with, accompanied by Greene and Wilson, was truly majestic and mind-bending.
Another night I remember well was Weir and Wasserman on the Scaring the Children tour stop at the World Theater in Tinley Park, IL on July 16, 1992. I was amazed by how much music those two guys made that night.
I've got lots of memories of Bob from GD shows too, of course, and those are the ones I hope to never forget. Playing, like a wave upon the sand.
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Bob ripped Hi Hi Hi with Paul
Bob ripped Hi Hi Hi with Paul, I'd venture it would have been a new project that he would have had him play on. Having Paul play his fuzz tone would be a great addition to any project
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When you get a tribute from a
When you get a tribute from a Beatle, that goes to the top of the mantle.
Personally, I have no interest in the deal on Saturday. I'm sure it will be nice and the vibes will be good, but the fact that they feel the need to say "This is not a concert, and there will be no live musical performances" shows that unlike the wake for Jerry this is an official, city hall organized event, which makes it bland to me. It will be nice if Bob's family speaks, but I have no interest in hearing a bunch of speeches, especially from the mayor.
It's also obviously a city organized event because they foolishly think that there will be no live musical performances. Maybe nothing official (no Sammy singing Loose Lucy?) but wherever dead heads gather live music is ALWAYS played. I wonder if the mayor will join the drum circle?
I'm sure the aroma in the air will be lovely though, I hope all who go enjoy it.
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Lurie trying to get people
Lurie trying to get people into SF so they will stay and watch the 49ers in local bars, Drives business,
Smart move.
That said, I will be home watching the games from my couch
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Nothing against Lurie, he
Nothing against Lurie, he seems to be doing a decent job so far and publicly embracing the Grateful Dead these days is a smart move, but he's still a suit and I'm fairly certain he wasn't hanging at the Greek or the Kaiser back in the '80s when it WASN'T mainstream cool to be a dead head.
And yes, Weir being a lifelong 49ers fan he would also not be attending this event with a playoff game happening the same day.
I'm sure he would appreciate the event, but he always had his priorities in order.
GO NINERS, in honor of Bob Weir!!!
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Lurie is probably just trying
Lurie is probably just trying to avoid the 420 shit show on Hippie Hill that would have happened if there wasn't something official. I would be there but I have guests from LA in this weekend so I can't make it but that is appropriate since I couldn't make Bill Graham's or Jerry's either.
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>>>shit show on Hippie Hill<<
>>>shit show on Hippie Hill<<<
Where do you suppose everyone will go after this little soirée is over.
I can't imagine what the people who live in 710 must think of the fucking Grateful Dead. They had to know what they were getting into when they brought the place, but still.
"Did you hear? Bob Weir died." "Oh, shit! RED ALERT! Get the hotel reservations, load the emergency luggage and let's get the hell out of here NOW"!
I've always thought they should run tours through the place. Even once or twice a week, they'd make bank.
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I've been enjoying revisiting
I've been enjoying revisiting all the Bobby projects, from Kingfish to Wolf Brothers. As I type this I'm rocking out to Evening Moods, which I think is a very underrated album. Bobby was a goddamn rock star!
MY last live Bobby was the Wolfpack, 9/19/23. Being a Bobby lover I figured I'd have a good time regardless of how good it was. Objectively, it was a hot show. https://archive.org/details/bw2023-09-19.ShelburneVT
01) Trucking >
02) Mississippi Half Step
03) My Brother Essau
04) Mission In the Rain
05) Odessa
06) Friend Of The Devil
07) Throwing Stones
08) Deal
Set II
09) Bombs Away
10) Help On The Way >
11) Slipknot >
12) Franklins Tower
13) Silvio / Tequillia >
14) The Other One
15) Dear Prudence >
16) Terrapin Station Suite
Encore:
17) Ripple
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To add, I'll never put on a
To add, I'll never put on a TOO, The Dead, Furthur, or DeadCo show, but I love me some live Ratdog and Wolf Bros.
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Tuning the Cowboy Fancy:
Tuning the Cowboy Fancy:
https://www.gettyimages.com/detail/video/interview-with-bob-weir-part-13...
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More clips from the above
More clips from the above interview:
https://www.gettyimages.com/search/2/film?groupbyevent=false&family=edit...
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Will stream on nugs and
Will stream on nugs and YouTube
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Thanks for the heads up Zooey
Thanks for the heads up Zooey! Good to know there will be a stream
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A nice blurb from BGP's Bob
A nice tribute from BGP's Bob Barsotti, who among many other things was the house manager of Winterland and in later years oversaw the company's division that worked full time on GD and JGB events.
Most everything we dead heads loved about BGP Dead & JGB shows, especially the NYE, Chinese New Years, Mardi Gras shows, etc. we're really thanks to Bob and his brother Peter.
https://billgrahamfoundation.org/bob-barsotti-on-bob-weir/?fbclid=IwY2xj...
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The nugs stream will be at 12
The nugs stream will be at 12:30 PST they always forget there's other time zones
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Howling Wolves: A Tribute to
Howling Wolves: A Tribute to Bobby Weir
Tomorrow, San Francisco gathers to honor Bobby—first at Civic Center Plaza for a public memorial at 12:45 pm, then at The Warfield that evening. Grahame Lesh & Friends, joined by very special guests, will lead us through the music that has brought this community together for more than 60 years. All proceeds benefit the Furthur Foundation, founded by Bobby 35 years ago to support good causes in the Bay Area and around the world.
January 17, 2026 · The Warfield · San Francisco Capacity is limited. Tickets on sale tonight at 7pm PT
: www.axs.com/events/1297799/howling-wolves-a-tribute-to-bobby-weir-ticket...
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So there is music tomorrow...
So there is music tomorrow...
on sale in 40 minutes
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Shoulda' called it Killing
Shoulda' called it Killing Cats.
rimshot!
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I loved Peter Barsotti and
I loved Peter Barsotti and their younger brother David when we were all younger. I liked Bob, too.
I'm glad the Nugs stream from the Civic Center is free.
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Even though I vividly
Even though I vividly remember the first time I saw Bob on stage with the Grateful Dead, and countless other times in various configurations and settings, I am unable to recall the last time I saw Bob play live. Pretty sure it was with Phil at the Beach Park.
Even though I gave up strict chronology after my first hundred Grateful Dead shows, or so, some of you freaks have diligently documented everything. If somebody can list times Bob played Terrapin Crossroads that might jog my memory.
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https://www.bing.com/ck/a?!&
...
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I found your answer in a web
I found your answer in a web site. I tested the link in Techie Talk - Test and it worked fine, but it didn't work in Other Stuff - dunno why.. Go to that page of the Zone and find my post. It should work there.
According to the site, Weir played 4 times at TC. Set lists are included.
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Has anyone given Evening
Has anyone given Evening Moods a listen in the last week? I have to say, it's a great and underrated album. It's on YouTube.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYk4g-hJ_fI
Find me a better Looks Like Rain
Bobby is on that night
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https://youtu.be/RNxeFhXbb9s
https://youtu.be/RNxeFhXbb9s
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Al Di Meola playing a tribute
Al Di Meola playing a tribute to Bob Weir at the Parker Playhouse in Fort Lauderdale Florida on January 15, 2026. Uncle John's Band
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY7ak3whqAc&list=RDkY7ak3whqAc&start_rad...
Mid-August 1995, 1st live music after Garcia's passing, coming out of intermission, Di Meola talks about taking the subway to MSG to see the Dead, which I did Sept. '90 & '91.
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From nugs:
From nugs:
For those who can’t join us at The Warfield tonight Howling Wolves, A Tribute to Bobby Weir featuring Grahame Lesh & Friends with very special guests will be livestreamed on @nugsnet and free for all on nugs Youtube. Celebrate Bobby’s legacy with us & while you watch please consider donating to the Furthur Foundation.
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Live from the plaza:
Live from the plaza:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPhz_FC-8JA
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www.furthur.org for donations
www.furthur.org for donations
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Deadheadland is live on
Deadheadland is live on facebook nugs stream is crap a fucking politiician? wtf
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https://www.facebook.com
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1JEgzNx7m4/
Joan Baez > Pelosi wtf
Please no fucking politics at my funeral!
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Who invited pelosi
Who invited pelosi
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LOL right on Chris and Dise!
LOL right on Chris and Dise! Totally agree.
Just popped in to add a gift link to this new NYT BOBBY content: https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/15/arts/music/bob-weir-grateful-dead-leg...
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Riff raff aside, Mayer Mickey
Riff raff aside, Mayer Mickey and Bobs family have had some great tributes.
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Agree ^^^
Agree ^^^
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Ripple....
Ripple....
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Watching tribute in NJ ...Luv
Watching tribute in NJ ...Luv you guys ! It was Beautiful <3
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Man, my heart exploded when
Man, my heart exploded when his family gave tribute. Bless them
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https://youtu.be/TdHIgFdHXh0
https://youtu.be/TdHIgFdHXh0?si=9e7X4x5CVxh4q2lb
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I bailed on Mayer, sounds
I bailed on Mayer, sounds like I missed the best
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Watching tribute in NJ ...Luv
Watching tribute in NJ ...Luv you guys ! It was Beautiful <3
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I cried a lot. So long Bobby
I cried a lot. So long Bobby!
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That was very nice. Family
That was very nice. Family was great. Loved the hawk. NOT FADE AWAY.
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Oh man, it's finally hit me
Oh man, it's finally hit me after watching the celebration of Bob's life.
I learned about it while visiting my dad in Florida who's dealing with Parkinsons. My step mother read the headline from her ipad as we were about to eat dinner. It felt like I was punched in the gut and couldn't eat or speak at the moment. They knew it was important to me, but they didn't get it and I stayed numb to it for over a week.
I'm still at a loss for words, but the reality has started to set in.
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It was really beautiful
It was really beautiful seeing Bob shining out through his children. They shared with us today, in sadness and celebration.
Come again, walking along in the Mission in the Rain.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Lance HTT Newberry
That was about as nice as it
That was about as nice as it could possibly have been. I wasn't surprised that Mayer's words were heartfelt and excellent, the best of what I heard.
I also enjoyed Warren's story of Bob saying "fuck 'em" about the snob symphony musicians walking off stage (his screeching guitar was probably just too much for them) and even Mickey wasn't bad. And of course Bob's daughters & wife were excellent as well.
The finale was spot on, and it was cool seeing Joan Baez dancing up a storm with Bob's daughter. I've never been a fan of Joan's singing but I'm a big fan of hers, as she is a 100% top drawer person.
It's too bad Billy wasn't there, maybe his health held him back.
The show tonight should be something, and a perfect rockin' counterpoint to today's speeches and memories. I wish I could be there, but I've been there before, which means I'm still there now.
On it goes.
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I wish I could join all of you for Bobby’s “Homecoming” today, but I’m having my own Hawaiian send off for his spirit, while I simultaneously grieve for the loss of my friend.
I think it’s great that the community is going to gather afterwards at the Warfield — that makes sense to me, as we all know about the healing power of live music and togetherness. One last howl at the moon.
You know, the Grateful Dead recorded portions of Reckoning and Dead Set during our 15-show run at The Warfield in 1980 and Jerry still has his name on the dressing room, so I’m sure the ghosts will be rocking in the rafters tonight.
When we used to play there, in place of a band name, Bill Graham just wrote on the marquee: “They aren’t the best at what they do. They’re the only ones that do what they do.” He wouldn’t even put the band name up there. Everyone knew.
I’ll have all of you in my heart today as I look out over the waves to the horizon, while I converse with so many of the memories that have proven to last a lifetime. (I’ll also be tuning into the livestream, I’m sure).
Okay, Bobby. You never were one for eulogies. But if I knew the way, I would take you home…
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Dr. Benway
i was at the show warren told
i was at the show warren told the story about! was nice to hear the story behind it. it also reminded me of that bob show he did with the marin symphony, it was hilarious to see all the symphony season pass holders who showed up with absolutely no idea that they were going to a dead show and not a nice evening at the symphony. some of those people were fucking pissed we smoked out their precious symphony hall.
having to share a space with nancy pelosi was a huge bummer but im glad i got to hear joan sing. joan is a legend but i wouldnt ordinarily go out of my way to see her preform so that was pretty nice.
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https://www.ticketmaster.com/event/1C00642FF597B88B
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also i really would have
also i really would have liked to hear something from jeff chimenti, perhaps more than anyone else there except for mickey and the weir family. jeff has been in it for life pretty much since just a couple years after jerry died. mayer talked about how much weir changed his life and i can only imagine that applies to jeff x100.
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I think i saw a post from
I think i saw a post from Jeff somewhere
here it is
With HEAVIEST of HEART,
(And this is written much later than thought would be) as l'd go from having endless words on hand, to a numb mind void of thought with the Shock and utter Sadness on the sudden passing of Dear Friend...Brother...
Mentor...Bobby Weir!
I'm just reflecting on the fact that 29 years ago (more than half of my life), you graciously welcomed me into your world and "family" to be able to be your bandmate on all the different bands/projects over the years and get to share in the many many magical nights of music and unparalleled life experiences together that I would not have had otherwise! What an amazing ride!!
In addition to your belief in me, you taught me so much about music and just life in general! As a result, l am a better person for it and I can't THANK YOU enough for that and am
ETERNALLY INDEBTED!!
You have touched the lives of millions of people and I am Truly HONORED and BLESSED to have been one of them and your spirit will stay with me for the rest of my life!!
I know our journey is on "pause" for now and you are once again with your "Family" in the Heavens, but I will see you again My Friend!!
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!!
RIP DEAR BROTHER BOB!!
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HEY brothers and sisters so
HEY brothers and sisters so Happy to spot Andyfromtahoe on my FBFeed https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1Di5kx156n/
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Howling Wolves: A Tribute To
Howling Wolves: A Tribute To Bobby Weir - Grahame Lesh And Friends was pretty great lineup
BAND IS Grahame Lesh on acoustic guitar, Dave Ellis on sax, Barry Sless on guitar, Oteil on bass, Greg Leisz on pedal steel, the Wolf Pack (Brian Switzer, Adam Theis, and Alex Kelly), Jason Crosby on keys, John Molo on drums, Sunshine Becker on vocals, Elliot Peck on vocals, Alex Koford on drums, Holly Bowling on piano, Stu Allen on guitar, John Kimock on drums, Pete Sears on bass, Mark Karan
Cassidy [1]
Playing In The Band [2] ->
Uncle John's Band
Estimated Prophet [3] ->
The Other One [4]
Waiting For A Train [5]
Bird Song [6]
Black Throated Wind [7]
New Minglewood Blues [8]
The Music Never Stopped
SET 2 (started at 12:07 AM PST)
Jack Straw [9]
Dark Star ->
The Other One ->
Lady With A Fan >
Terrapin Station [1] >
Terrapin >
Playing In The Band (Reprise)
Truckin' ->
Cassidy
Encore: Sugar Mags-NFA
LOVE IS REAL - NOT FADE AWAY
Instrumental
Unfinished, with Footprints by Wayne Shorter tease
with Money by Pink Floyd tease
Unfinished
Jimmie Rodgers cover, with Rambling Jack Elliott and Paul Knight. FTP by any Dead iteration (AFAIK)
with The Other One tease
with Reed Mathis
with Dan Lebowitz
with Jackie Greene
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108 seconds
108 seconds
108 Mala beads..
1, full, 0, empty, 8, ETERNITY
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Alan R
^ Not that they needed more
^ Not that they needed more guitar players, but it would have been a nice "let bygones be bygones" opportunity to see Steve Kimock up there, seeing he had considerable history with Weir dating back to mid 80s with Kingfish, including Ratdog stuff, up until Blue Mountain band, a sit in with Wolf Bros, and a 2019 show at Sweetwater (Steve Kimock and Friends) -- not that I know anything about the state of the Lesh/Kimock relationship.
I'm watching replay now and enjoying every bit of the show. Elliott Peck is something else, for sure.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Lance HTT Newberry
I wouldn't read too much into
I wouldn't read too much into who was or wasn't at the show. Grahame likely only had two or three days to throw the thing together, so it's not surprising that it was almost completely a Terrapin family jam.
I was surprised to see that the daytime event included a traditional funeral procession including a hearse. I'm no expert on that type of thing, but something like that usually connotes to me that the "stiff" is getting planted or otherwise laid to rest, usually that same day.
I have been assuming that Bob would want something more mystical/spiritual/trippy like having his ashes spread on the Ganges or at a ranch in Wyoming or be smoked during some ancient tribal ceremony. And maybe that is what's going to happen and they just took him out for one more spin around town.
Either way, it was nice to see the entire extended family involved, including his personal and extended crew. Bob clearly brought people together.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Hello My Name Is
Was able to catch the second
Was able to catch the second set on the stream (show went late!), and just wow. They couldn't have had much rehearsal but those players know the material so well it was really well played, well mixed, just so solid altogether. And the energy in that room was palpable even on the stream. It's not correct to say they played the Terrapin/Inspiration section instrumental- they just let the crowd sing the vocals, loud and proud, every word. Just remarkable.
Kimock not being there probably had more to do with him living on the East Coast- John Kimock was there, after all, so it couldn't have been a grudge fest. Great to see Pete Sears out there for a bit, and Barry Sless and Molo, of course. The two-drum set up worked well. And Holly Bowling is so good. Very impressed at what Grahame was able to throw together in a short amount of time for a crowd that needed the release. I'm going to watch the first set here in a bit, excited to see Ramblin' Jack do his thing. Paul Knight is his sound guy/manager/roadie/accompanist so that's how he got out on stage.
All in all an emotional day for the scene- Bob was the figurehead of the post-Jerry dead scene that eventually grew into a cultural force of its own. For a lot of (younger) people, Bob was their Jerry (strange to say, I know). His passing is the end of an era (almost) as much as Jerry's passing was and things just won't be the same without him. Phil's loss might have been more personal to me but as long as Bob was alive the circus was still in town- and now it's packed and gone.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Alan R
Also, kudos to the soundman
I'm certainly not complaining... sadly joyful and mildly jealous we aren't there.
Also, kudos to the soundman (on the stream, at least). It has to be a challenge mixing that. Sounds great here. The vibes traveled well.
Thanks to Grahame and whoever else for putting this together. (whomever?)
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I wonder why no Garcia family
I wonder why no Garcia family at the memorial. I kind of thought that Mountain Girl, Trixie and Annabelle would be there too.
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I agree, was surprised that
I agree, was surprised that Mountain Girl/ kids not present or at least included in the messages
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: comic book colors on a violin river...
My breath was taken away, at
My breath was taken away, at the JRAD Cap on stream show....just breathtaking and what I needed....show was amazing !
I love all of us....simply stunning !
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>>> I wonder why no Garcia
>>> I wonder why no Garcia family at the memorial. I kind of thought that Mountain Girl, Trixie and Annabelle would be there too. <<<
thought the same thing about the Lesh's
weir'd
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give it another listen
https://relisten.net/grateful-dead/1988/07/17/believe-it-or-not?source=e...
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Lance HTT Newberry
I think the Lesh's were there
I think the Lesh's were there, I thought I saw Jill at the end and Grahame said he was there, and maybe so were some of the Garcia clan, they just didn't talk.
I've never heard of any bad feelings from anyone with Bob or his family, probably because he was the nice guy in the bunch.
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I don't suspect there's bad
I don't suspect there's bad feelings just wondering at not seeing them there.
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I really enjoyed the show and
I really enjoyed the show and am glad nugs showed it for free
putting something together like this, while grieving, and with two or three days notice is a tall order
no expectations of anyone in particular having been present or not present
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Mice elf
The damn forecast app on my
The damn forecast app on my phone hasn't worked right at all since Bobby died. It's off a solid 20 degrees.
Maybe he really did control the weather?
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Roarshock
"Maybe he really did control
"Maybe he really did control the weather?"
I witnessed him make it rain, several times.
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As with Phil and Donna Jean,
As with Phil and Donna Jean, I miss Bob Hunters eulogies, somehow he always could elicit the words from the cosmos to help us through....
the poem Bob read while spreading Garcia's ashes in the Ganges
"Last Words for Jerry Garcia"
Go naked in the world, wind for your cloak and coverlet.
Whom the Gods love best they reward with early death, gather them into the sun, reflect them in moonlight, crown them with comets, anoint them with shooting stars.
Go naked to the Throne of Love, go as the stars go, arrayed in their own incandescent light.
Go and our hearts go with you.
Return to the source of the soul by way of the Sacred River, royal road to the sea where all shall be music and dreams shall be dreams no more, but visions of the World's foundation scattered among stars.
Dust shall be dust and the voice of dust shall be music, pleasing to God who sent it forth in search of melody to crown His silence with eternal song.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Alan R
Someone just sent me
Someone just sent me something that said
11,111 days between Jerry's and Bob's passing.
(I have no idea if that's correct)
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: fishcane
I googled it and AI says it's
I googled it and AI says it's a couple days off so maybe that's just the days actually "between" and not counting the days themselves(making it an accurate statement) what makes that interesting to me is the last time I saw Phil and Bob together was 11/11/11 and the last song they did was the Eleven> US Blues at 11:11 pm
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: DZ
>>>>Phil and Bob together was
>>>>Phil and Bob together 11/11/11
was at that one too. 11th row K, seat 11
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For anyone who missed the
For anyone who missed the Weir tribute Howling Wolves https://youtu.be/XYz-NvvU4ww?list=RDXYz-NvvU4ww
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I miss Bob Hunter's elegies..
I miss Bob Hunter's elegies.....August 12, 1995
Now that the singer is gone, where shall I go for the song????
Late October '24>Early January '26, losing Phil, Donna Jean & Bob in just 15 months.
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Alan -- That would be cool
Alan -- That would be cool but it seems to be 1 day off -- but it would be good spin, wouldn't it?
https://planetcalc.com/274/
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: MeditateontheQ
If we think of Jan 9 as Bobby
If we think of Jan 9 as Bobby's last day of liviing, then we'd be at 11,111 !!
https://planetcalc.com/410/
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: fishcane
Yes that's what I alluded to,
Yes that's what I alluded to, if you count just the "days between" it seems correct
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> 11,111 The other ones?
> 11,111
The other ones?
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Howling Wolves show
Howling Wolves show
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Would anyone be willing to
Would anyone be willing to grab one of these for me?
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RIP Bobby
RIP Bobby
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This is a great radio station
Tune
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Sun so hot, clouds so low
This is a great radio station
In
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Sun so hot, clouds so low
This is a great radio station
This is a great radio station. Tonight's program might be worth a listen. They broadcast out of Bridgeport Connecticut.
Tune in online.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: It's me Dave open up!
I consider Holly Bowling to
I consider Holly Bowling to be a "technically deep" musician. Her adaptations of GD compositions, some more successful than others, all show a sophisticated musical knowledge, and an ability to analyze, like an engineer or mathmetician. Not being a musician myself, I really appreciate her perspective. I only wish she had given some specific examples of those "got it" and especially the "holy shit Bob Weir" moments. Wouldn't be the Grateful Dead without Bob Weir!
https://www.facebook.com/hollybowlingmusic/posts/pfbid02k1WtvdSnZ3YPvQiw...
I’ve struggled with what to say since Bobby passed, feeling like I was expected to write something but unsure of what to say. I didn’t know him, not as a person, so I felt the words were best left to those who did. We played together a few times - something I’ll always be thankful for - but we never spoke long enough for me to feel like I knew him as a human being rather than as a musician.
I can talk about the music all day though.
I didn’t have a defining moment in my life like some people do where I discovered the Grateful Dead and things were never the same. There’s no lightbulb moment I can point to where I “got it.” I grew up with those songs and they were just part of my childhood and growing up. Things like that, the ones that are there your whole life without you inviting them in, are just part of you, but in an unexamined way. They build themselves a little spot inside of you without the usual application process and wind themselves around your memories.
When I got older and started going to shows and chasing that thing we all chase when we go see live music, my relationship with the music shifted. It went from being an uninvited but always welcome companion, to something that became my own, something that had a place in my life because I asked it there. The words and melodies changed from talismans carried around as familiar old friends to phrases that now meant something to me, certain ones heard anew as if for the first time even though it was the hundredth. But I still heard it all as the Grateful Dead, the collective.
I can listen to a song a thousand times, but the first time I listen with the intention of learning to play it, it suddenly changes. Little details shyly peek out of the shadows and reveal themselves. Structures and patterns appear, maps and reasons for every turn, the habits and tendencies and voice of the person who coaxed the song out of the ether showing in every line. When I began working my way through the Grateful Dead’s catalog with headphones on and pencil in hand, teasing each instrument apart from the others in order to attempt to weave something cohesive together on the piano to capture the arc and personality of each song - THIS is when the individuals in the band became separate entities for me, when I grew to appreciate each voice rather than letting myself be swept away by the thing they created together. And this is when I did actually have a really distinct “I get it now” moment. I remember sitting at my piano, hours into working on an arrangement and standing up and audibly saying “holy shit, Bob Weir!” I’m not even talking about his guitar playing or how he approached his instrument or improvisation or any of the rest of that. Just the compositional choices he made were insane. I never appreciated it when I was listening to the wild and beautiful animal that was the Grateful Dead, because I was still wrapped up in the band as one living, breathing thing. But when I started digging into the songbook and peeling the layers back, I found myself tumbling through a mesmerizing and intoxicating mix of disbelief and surprise and wonder and how the fuck did he do that and nobody writes stuff like that and how did this not blow my mind the first time or the tenth time or the hundredth time around. But that’s the thing about lifelong companions. Sometimes you don’t recognize them for all that they are when they’ve always been there.
It feels crazy that both Phil and Bob are gone from this particular plane of existence in such a short time. I don’t think I’ve fully wrapped my head around it yet. It’s strange to think that they’ll never play music again. Strange to think that I’ll never play with either of them again, and that none of us will ever hear either of those two human beings make new versions of the sounds that were unmistakably them. Neither of them will stop by shows around the bay anymore, something that felt like an unshakeable constant for a long time, like of course it would always be that way. It’s all going to take a long time to sink in.
In the meantime I’ll be over here feeling incredibly lucky to have been alive in the same time and place as both of them and to have been left with the songbook they left us with. I mean holy shit. What a gift.
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Rest in peace, Bob. Thanks
Rest in peace, Bob. Thanks for the years.
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: Roarshock
Two weeks later and my
Two weeks later and my overwhelming observation, Bob being dead is just fucked up.
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Inside Grateful Dead Legend
Inside Grateful Dead Legend Bob Weir’s Bay Area Flag Football Dynasty
https://www.si.com/nfl/bob-weir-grateful-dead-bay-area-flag-football-dyn...
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Flag Football article is
Flag Football article is really good. Stories I'd never heard before.
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(Davesnothere), that was
(Davesnothere), that was beautifully written. It's often easy to report our gut reactions, but to sit with the feelings and collect our thoughts leads to a deeper understanding, not only for ourselves, but also for those of us who are privileged to get to read those collective thoughts put into words.
Thank you.
And Thank you, Mike, for the flag football link. Good stuff.
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I love this quote from Weir:
I love this quote from Weir in the SI article:
“Treachery and deceit,” Weir would say, “overcomes youth and exuberance.”
Top of Page Bottom of Page PermalinkFull Name: MeditateontheQ
Learned about a cool new
Learned about a cool new Bobby tee inspired by his farewell at GD60 and his 4500 performances -- and there's a PhilZone tee as well -- https://www.fourdirectionbatik.com/collections/limited-edition-batiks
Also, I noticed this tribute on Live Music Archive's "About Us" page
Usually use the app, but was poking around the site earlier and discovered this: https://archive.org/details/etree?tab=about
Click on the tiny link just below the Bobby headline to expand the content.