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What a trip it's been. RIP Bob Weir

WhitewaterWoman

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From NPR

Bob Weir Obit


Weir was a singular rhythm guitarist who rarely played solos, choosing instead to create his own particular style of chording and strumming that gracefully supported Garcia's distinctive guitar explorations especially during the extended jams which were the heart of the band's popularity.

Lyrics were largely a product of a communal effort between Weir and Garcia, as well as lyricists John Perry Barlow, Robert Hunter, that often blurred the lines between who wrote what. The opening lines to "Cassidy," which first appeared on Weir's 1972 solo album Ace and was played by the Dead on live recordings including the 1981 double album Reckoning, reflect the combination of metaphor, rhyme and storytelling set to memorable melodies that the band's audiences could memorize, analyze and sing along to:

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Ah, child of countless trees
Ah, child of boundless seas
What you are, what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy


Weir's emotive singing, on "Cassidy" and other songs like "Sugar Magnolia," "One More Saturday Night" and the band's unofficial theme, "Truckin', " often included whoops and yells, in contrast to Garcia's calm and steady approach. His occasional tendency to forget lyrics was usually greeted by thunderous applause from fans.

With the death of Phil Lesh in 2024, these leaves no one alive from the original band.

Best of luck along the way, Bob.
 
A sad way to pleasantly recall some of the "Deadheads" I used to work with in the City. Devoted fans who frequently recalled the unique environment found with the Grateful Dead concerts. :cool:
 
I'm learning Ripple on harp in Mr. WeIr's honor.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own

(awesome lyrics by Robert Hunter)
 
I'm learning Ripple on harp in Mr. WeIr's honor.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own

(awesome lyrics by Robert Hunter)
I often try to learn a song in memory of others, such as Gordon Lightfoot and Roberta Flack.

What instrument are you playing Ripple on?
 

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