Bob Weir, the singer, songwriter, and rhythm guitarist of the legendary rock band Grateful Dead, has handed away. Weir’s household introduced his passing on Instagram on Saturday. He was 78.
Within the put up, Weir’s household mentioned the musician “transitioned peacefully, surrounded by family members, after courageously beating most cancers as solely Bobby may. Sadly, he succumbed to underlying lung points.”
Regardless of being identified in July, Weir, in true rock star style, returned to his hometown stage a month later for a three-night commemoration of 60 years of music at Golden Gate Park.
Weir’s household remembers his legacy and spirit
“Bobby will perpetually be a guiding power whose distinctive artistry reshaped American music. His work did greater than fill rooms with music; it was heat daylight that stuffed the soul, constructing a group, a language and a sense of household that generations of followers carry with them. Each chord he performed, each phrase he sang was an integral a part of the tales he wove. There was an invite: to really feel, to query, to wander, and to belong,” Weir’s household wrote.
To say Weir was a soldier of track could be an understatement. After the sudden passing of his Grateful Dead bandmate Jerry Garcia in 1995, Weir carried the torch by main a number of bands that continued to unfold good vibes all through the group, together with Useless & Firm, Phil Lesh and Mates, Additional, RatDog, and Wolf Bros.
Recollections of the Useless
The Grateful Useless has been part of my life for so long as I can recall. My good buddy’s mom, Laurie, was obsessive about the band. She would play their music consistently, from an outdated Sony radio she saved sitting on the windowsill above her kitchen sink. If I shut my eyes, I can nonetheless see her dancing to songs like “Sugar Magnolia,” “Buddy of the Satan,” “Casey Jones,” and “Contact of Gray.”
After I would go to work with my mother, the Grateful Useless had been there. She would clear homes earlier than changing into a private coach, and considered one of her purchasers was enphatuated with the Useless. I’d play Metroid on the NES whereas sitting beneath a tie-dye Grateful Useless tapestry, a skeleton with shiny pink hair smiling down at me whereas I solved environmental puzzles with Samus Aran. Lastly, I recall the present Freaks and Geeks introducing me to the Grateful Useless’s “American Magnificence” album, which I’m listening to as I write this text.
Relaxation effectively, Mr. Weir. You can be missed.
