Happy Birthday Bob Weir!
Alright, I will admit that as a Dead Head I have always been more of a Jerry Head. I was devastated when Jerry Garcia died. I did not think that The Grateful Dead could go on without him. And, in a way, I was right. It's not the same. Not for me, anyway. But Bob Weir is also a big part of The Grateful Dead, and I would probably feel the same way about the band if it was Bob that died (God forbid, as my Mom would make me add).
I met Bob a couple of times. I don't remember much about the first time. He was at The Chance with Bobby and The Midnights, and I got to go on his tour bus. It was really awesome. What I remember. And my friend Dan says Bob kissed me as I was leaving the stage after introducing the band. I definitely don't remember that, but I will take it. The second time was over the phone in the early 2000s. He wouldn't speak up and I could tell he would rather not be doing the interview. But he was polite.
Today is Bob Weir's birthday. I am happy to say he is still going strong, and he is keeping The Dead alive. I am going to play one of my favorites from Bob, and it's not even with The Grateful Dead. Thanks Bob. For the music and for the kiss.