Remembering Bob Weir (1947-2026)

In an era where news spreads fast, far, and wide, I had no idea that Bob Weir's health was a concern. But, here we are again. Another legend of rock and roll has passed on. Weir, the founding member the Grateful Dead, has died. According to a statement from his family posted on his website and social media pages, Weir died from underlying lung issues after recently beating cancer. He was 78.

I became a fan of the Grateful Dead in 1995 after hearing a bootleg of the band's show in New Haven, CT from May 5th of 1977. My older brother Marty gave me a copy. I popped it in the cassette player, hit play, and was mesmerized by what I was hearing. It was an instant "Dead Head" moment for me. I was in all the way, most notably when the band kicked off "Estimated Prophet".

It is what embodies everything great about the magical chemistry between Bob and Jerry Garcia. That reggae-like 7/8 time signature beat, Jerry delivering his beautiful, shiny, squawky, wah-wah sound using the Mu-Tron tone effect. He and the band groove into the opening line from Bob. With that distinctive, soulful voice, he sings, "My time coming any day, don't worry 'bout me, no".

We won't worry for you Bobby, no. You're a peaceful place now, beside your friends "Pigpen", Jerry, Phil, and so many others who traveled along that long, strange trip with you.

Bob Weir's approach to songwriting was so unique in its rhythm, chord structure, and harmonic movement. His personality was every bit as distinctive. He was laid-back, understated. Often appearing aloof as if he was "somewhere else", he was sharply intelligent, profoundly introspective, yet funny as hell with a dry, deadpan sense of humor.

Rest In Peace Bob Weir, your music will never stop...