A homage to Bobby on the flight to Hanoi…

I saw the Dead for the first time in 1986 (Bob Weir was 38, and I was 20). I regularly watched Bobby tear it up for the next 40 years – most recently, for two nights at the Sphere last Spring. I was 58 and he was 77.

I’m going to try not to over-emotionalize this or act like I have some special relationship. But I learned of his passing tonight – over the Pacific on the way to Vietnam. I was overcome by immediate tears.

“Lay down my dear brother

Lay down and take your rest

Won’t you lay your head upon your saviors breast

I love you, but Jesus loves you the best

And we bid you good night, good night, good night”