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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?
 
I have Bobby's first solo album - as in vinyl LP - called Ace. It was pretty good.

He started with the Dead when he was about 15, many years younger than the rest of the group.

Ace.webp
 
I always loved the lines "Sometimes the light's all shining on me, other times I can barely see." I thought it was about times when one is having a run of luck that could be a sign of divine cooperation, vs times when nothing seems to work. Actually, it was written about being on stage under the lights vs backstage in the milling mob.
 
I always loved the lines "Sometimes the light's all shining on me, other times I can barely see." I thought it was about times when one is having a run of luck that could be a sign of divine cooperation, vs times when nothing seems to work. Actually, it was written about being on stage under the lights vs backstage in the milling mob.
I like that line too.
 
Mickey Hart didn't keep a home, being on the road so much, so when the band took a break, he'd go to other countries to see what the drummers there did. Then one year he went to Africa, and when the customs agent typed up his papers, he did it with a syncopated beat.
"I have come," thought Mickey, "to the right place to study drumming."
 

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