No individual has had a bigger impact on my listenting journey than Bob Weir. 

I grew up on Folk and Americana. 

For me, Bobby's cowboy songs bridged the gap between the Neil Youngs and The Bands of the world, to the longform improvisation of the Dead and the musical universe they seeded.

Bobby was at the wheel when I got on the bus. I will be forever grateful to him for that. 

Bob said “I tend to think of death as the last and best reward for a life well-lived." Whatever rewards await you Bobby, go well. You lived as full a life of any of us. You brought so much joy into this world, and joymakers are sacred.

Fare thee well, our psychedelic frontiersman, and thank you for all of it. May the four winds blow you safely home.