“Just before my band took the stage Saturday at the State Theater in Portland, Maine, a friend walked into our green room with a stunned look on his face. “Bobby died,” he said. No one had to ask “Bobby who?” Everyone knew. Bob Weir, the rhythm guitarist, singer and founding member of the Grateful Dead”, — write: www.hollywoodreporter.com
Bob Weir, the rhythm guitarist, singer and founding member of the Grateful Dead had passed away.
After the initial shock, emotions in the room began to flow. We quickly felt a responsibility to play his music that night. Not for show. Not for the ‘gram. But because we owed it to everyone who would be in the room with us. They deserved a moment — we all did — to acknowledge the depth of his influence, both on our band and on the foundation that we’re all standing on.
I’ve dedicated my entire life and career to music, much of which traces back to the Grateful Dead. As the drummer and vocalist in Eggy, our band is rooted in the extended improvisation and live-music culture pioneered by the Dead. Bob Weir and the Dead didn’t just influence my life — they created the blueprint for it. I was born too late to see Jerry Garcia, but Bobby kept it going. He made sure there was something left for people like me to find.
Why does the passing of someone I’ve never met mean so much to me, and to so many of the people around me? Because the Grateful Dead created a shared language. A culture. A community. They saw fans not as consumers, but as collaborators. The Dead allowed “tapers” from the beginning to the end of their career, encouraging concertgoers to attend and record their live shows. While most bands, and the music industry at large, saw fan recordings as theft, the Dead embraced it. This helped create a true community of fans, all while getting the Dead’s music out to more and more people. Every show was completely unique, which encouraged people to trade tapes, travel from city to city, and never miss a show. They made a business out of FOMO.
At the heart of it all was the music and Bobby’s role in shaping that sound. He was not your conventional “rock and roll rhythm guitarist.” His guitar playing was uniquely his own — deeply creative and inspirational. His style has been compared to a jazz pianist supporting, or “comping,” behind a soloist. He spent a lot of time studying and imitating McCoy Tyner’s piano work in the John Coltrane Quartet. Bruce Hornsby, who we’ve toured with and who spent years playing piano with the Dead, described it well: “He found the ideal and unique voicings and rhythmic style to underpin Garcia’s flights of fancy, and kept developing it through the years.”
And he never stopped. Bobby played with so many different lineups over the decades — Dead & Company, RatDog, Wolf Bros, Furthur, Bob Weir and Friends — constantly reimagining these songs while keeping their spirit intact. Bobby played until the bitter end, his final show being the Grateful Dead’s 60th Anniversary celebration in San Francisco this past August.
For my generation, Bobby was our living connection to the music. So while losing him can feel like losing the essence of the songs themselves, it lives on in the live recordings, the albums, the hundreds of bands playing them every night across the country, and in every listener who grew up with the Dead.
Bobby stays alive in the music.
A few nights ago, I played a tribute show to Bob Weir in New Haven, Connecticut. We were five musicians who had never all worked together, with no rehearsal, who played over two hours of Grateful Dead music. We were immediately on the same page, musically and spiritually. That’s what Bobby built — a musical language so deeply ingrained that strangers can speak it fluently together.
These songs work so well because they’re not supposed to sound the same twice. They’re frameworks designed for interpretation and endless reinvention. From bar bands to sold-out arenas, everyone makes them their own.
So Bobby didn’t just leave us songs. He left us a blueprint for how music can outlive any single person. As a musician in the world he helped create, I don’t just feel a duty to carry this forward, I feel empowered by it. The music lives on because he built it that way.
As Bobby sang in “Cassidy”: Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine.
Alex Bailey is the drummer and vocalist for the Connecticut-based modern jam band Eggywhich tours nationally and performs at major US festivals.