When I was born, Bob Weir was already 56 years old. He was scruffy-faced, silvered, and otherwise road-worn in the most dignified way. Rather than age out of his role as the backbone of every band he played in, he only grew more focused. While most performers plateau and fade, Bobby did not, and in … Read More
The Eye of the Storm: Thoughts on Bob Weir from a 21st Century Dead Head
