Features
by Joel Selvin, relix.com
March 10th 2011
Bob Weir: Life After Dead (Relix Revisited)
Today we look back to our February/March 2006 issue, which featured a cover
story on Bob Weir and RatDog.
Bob Weir spent the night at his Mill Valley home before arriving for the RatDog
show in December at San Francisco’s The Grand, a thousand-seat former movie
theater built shortly after the 1906 earthquake. With his Grateful Dead
sideline band on the road virtually non-stop since summer ended, the brief
respite at home was a welcome reprieve from road food and sleeping in the bus.
His voice was showing signs of singing five three-hour shows a week and he was,
by his own estimate, “a little crispy.” But Weir, who showed up just late
enough for soundcheck that the rest of the band was already onstage, has been
straining his voice since he joined the Grateful Dead as a 17-year-old high
school dropout 40 years earlier.
“I’m going to need vocal rest when I get back,” he said. “But I know some
tricks and there are some things you can do with your voice like this that you
can’t do otherwise.”
While assistant tour manager and longtime Dead publicist (and biographer)
Dennis McNally scurried around taking dinner orders for band and crew, Weir
retreated to the luxury coach that took him and his band to 90 concerts last
year. McNally went over an email he composed for Weir to send to a terminally
ill Deadhead. The coach has wireless internet access. Co-manager Cameron Sears
climbed aboard to show Weir next year’s calendar and discuss some dates for
spring. Production manager Chris Charucki appeared and wanted to talk about
keeping the computerized, psychedelic light show the band had been carrying on
the West Coast dates. Weir gave everybody his attention, but appeared most
animated talking with a friend from his flag football team, the Mount Tamalpais
Chiefs, checking the whereabouts
of his other team members to see who was going to be at the show that night.
“It’s the most fun you can have that’s legal,” Weir said, “although some of our
huddles may not have been strictly.”
***
Life comes to Bobby Weir, 58, not the other way around. In the past few years,
he has settled into a comfortable groove. He married his beautiful wife,
Natascha, six years ago and they have two young daughters, four and eight years
old. Last year, he finished a two-and-ahalf-year remodel on the Mill Valley
home with the treehouse recording studio where he has lived for 30 years. He
grew a salt and pepper beard that lends him a more than passing resemblance to
Commodore Whitehead, the jolly old fellow who used to appear in advertisements
touting “Schweppervescence.” With a pair of rimless glasses, he seems to be
summoning his inner Garcia. But Weir and his more famous guitar partner in the
Grateful Dead were never really alike at all—more like yin and yang.
Where Garcia was extravagantly verbal, jolly and ceaselessly witty, his younger
associate has always been taciturn, placid and contemplative. Weir was the sex
symbol of the band, a good-looking young guy with soulful brown eyes and a long
chestnut mane. A dyslexic who found school impossible—he flunked out of seven
different high schools— Weir is nevertheless a searching and penetrating
thinker who pursues his many intellectual curiosities and, even though he still
finds reading difficult, will do the heavy lifting for a subject that interests
him.
“He’s smarter than you think and he uses that as a weapon,” said his Grateful
Dead bandmate Mickey Hart. “You think he’s spaced—and he is—but meanwhile, he’s
in there the whole time going tick… tick… tick.”
A few minutes before showtime, which he also sets back a few minutes, Weir
moves to the back of the bus to change clothes for the show. He returns in his
trademark Birkenstock sandals, khaki shorts, white Mexican peasant blouse—all
dressed up and ready to rock. Onstage, RatDog cranks up with a 15-minute
version of the Dead staple “Shakedown Street,” segues smoothly into “New
Minglewood Blues” and finally comes to a brief rest twentyish minutes later
after grafting a supple “She Belongs to Me” on the end of the three-song jam.
Weir remains one of the great interpreters of Dylan, someone who actually
manages to get inside Dylan’s oblique songs and make them his own, although
this accomplishment is probably not widely recognized (Dylan knows it—but he
would).
Perhaps precisely because of his laconic, unassuming character, no major rock
star has probably ever received less attention for an accomplished solo career
than Weir. He recorded his first solo album in 1972—the highly acclaimed Ace,
which contained the original recordings of the Dead standards “Playing In the
Band” and “One More Saturday Night.” Over the years, he has recorded a
thoroughly respectable assortment of solo projects under his own name and with
his previous sideline bands Kingfish and Bobby and The Midnights, in addition
to his contributions to the Grateful Dead proper as one of the two main
songwriters and vocalists in that esteemed band.
RatDog first started more than ten years ago, shortly before the death of
Garcia in 1995. The original band grew out of the stage and studio work Weir
had been doing with bassist Rob Wasserman, a Marin County native with heavy
chops who has worked with a variety of important musicians and recorded a
well-regarded series of duets and trios.
With harmonica player Matthew Kelly, a friend of Weir’s back to private school
days who also played in Kingfish during the ‘70s, Weir drafted drummer Jay
Lane, who was a key player in the burgeoning San Francisco new-wave jazz scene
around a South of Market niterie called The Up and Down Club. Lane belonged to
a groundbreaking, multicultural Berkeley rock band called The Freaky
Executives, a multi-racial ten-piece outfit that merrily blended world music
genres with rap, rock and hip-hop in the mid-‘80s. He also played in the
original version of Primus.
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