ITP V.026 ONLY ONE PER COFFIN: R.I.P. BOB WEIR (-GUITARIST-THE GRATEFUL DEAD)

 

 

 

BOB WEIR, guitarist and co founder of Bay area rock legends THE GRATEFUL DEAD died 1/10/2026 at 78 from underlying lung issues. . 

 

 

 

THE GRATEFUL DEAD broke up in 1995 after vocalist, guitrist JERRY GARCIA'S death. 

 BOB WEIR  and freinds formed DEAD and COMPANY, touring extensively until a few years ago. 

 

 

ITP V.026 EDITORS NOTE: I saw THE GRATEFUL DEAD back in 1988  in San Francisco on an AYH bike ytip. great show, great fans, 

 

 FROM U.S.A. TODAY: 

 

Bob Weir, one of the founding members of the legendary rock band Grateful Dead, has died from "underlying lung issues" at 78.

Weir, who, after "courageously beating cancer," died "peacefully" on Saturday, Jan. 10, according to a post shared on his Instagram. A representative for Weir confirmed the post's accuracy to USA TODAY, but had no further information at this time.

"For over sixty years, Bobby took to the road. A guitarist, vocalist, storyteller, and founding member of the Grateful Dead. Bobby will forever be a guiding force whose unique artistry reshaped American music," the post reads.

"His work did more than fill rooms with music; it was warm sunlight that filled the soul, building a community, a language, and a feeling of family that generations of fans carry with them."

 FROM BOB WEIR ESTATE: 

 

It is with profound sadness that we share the passing of Bobby Weir. He transitioned peacefully, surrounded by loved ones, after courageously beating cancer as only Bobby could. Unfortunately, he succumbed to underlying lung issues.

For over sixty years, Bobby took to the road. A guitarist, vocalist, storyteller, and founding member of the Grateful Dead. Bobby will forever be a guiding force whose unique artistry reshaped American music. His work did more than fill rooms with music; it was warm sunlight that filled the soul, building a community, a language, and a feeling of family that generations of fans carry with them. Every chord he played, every word he sang was an integral part of the stories he wove. There was an invitation: to feel, to question, to wander, and to belong.

Bobby's final months reflected the same spirit that defined his life. Diagnosed in July, he began treatment only weeks before returning to his hometown stage for a three-night celebration of 60 years of music at Golden Gate Park. Those performances, emotional, soulful, and full of light, were not farewells, but gifts. Another act of resilience. An artist choosing, even then, to keep going by his own design. As we remember Bobby, it’s hard not to feel the echo of the way he lived. A man driftin’ and dreamin’, never worrying if the road would lead him home. A child of countless trees. A child of boundless seas.

There is no final curtain here, not really. Only the sense of someone setting off again. He often spoke of a three-hundred-year legacy, determined to ensure the songbook would endure long after him. May that dream live on through future generations of Dead Heads. And so we send him off the way he sent so many of us on our way: with a farewell that isn’t an ending, but a blessing. A reward for a life worth livin’.

His loving family, Natascha, Monet, and Chloe, request privacy during this difficult time and offer their gratitude for the outpouring of love, support, and remembrance. May we honor him not only in sorrow, but in how bravely we continue with open hearts, steady steps, and the music leading us home. Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Thanks-Stay Metal, Stay Brutal-R.I.P. BOB \m/