Words: Joe Wolf
Photos: Brian Bruemmer
It wasnât the Grateful Dead and it wasnât Ratdog, but it sure felt like it. With Bob Weir at the helm and a âFriend of the Devilâ opener it was reminiscent toÂ say the least – even if Bob forgot the first few words of Jerryâs second verse. The merch tables werenât exactly Shakedown Street either, but the crowdÂ was moving and shaking in the aisles and the whole theatre smelled like patchouli and herbs. Itâs inescapable for Bob. Wherever he goes will be a pack ofÂ the faithful desperate for one more experience.
The setlist was by and large Grateful Dead tunes and traditional Dead covers. The room was more than satisfied with the song selection. The first fewÂ chords of nearly every song were met with cheers and followed by Dead Head dancing as best as is possible inÂ seatedÂ venue. Hands were raised in approvalÂ as the fans sang along. Much to my surprise Weir even delivered a minimalist version of Touch of Grey to close the night
My favorite part of the show was the stripped-down style of the tunes. I love a frothy jam, but I am much more a fan of the songwriting and the timelessÂ choruses. The trio leaves plenty of space for the song to breathe and for the lyric to remain the focus. Don Was with his eternal smirk and Jay Lane holdÂ down a tasteful rhythm complementing every rise and fall without ever overwhelming the simple lone guitar. Weirâs lead guitar was rough around theÂ edges much like the players on the stage and the characters in the stories. I love the bad notes, though. They make it obvious that Weir himself is out onÂ a ledge going for it with sincerity and soul.
The average Dead Head will never be satiated. Weir couldâve stayed to play 40 more ditties or 140 more. Those people were not going anywhere untilÂ the curtain closed and the lights came on. Theyâd follow him around the globe to hear him sing every night if they could; they have. For them, the musicÂ never stopped, a perfect 2 nd set choice. The clean-cut well-dressed 48 year-old gentleman to my left had to return to Indy for work this morning. TheÂ intoxicated dancer with no regard for personal space to my right is, Iâm sure, sleeping it off today. Some of the crowd is probably on their way to Philly toÂ see the boys tomorrow night. Most of us are right back to the daily grind. We are either boasting to our work buddies how great the band soundedÂ last night or hiding how much fun we had from our colleagues who can probably see it and smell it.
I would see this three piece again in a heartbeat! In many ways, I would choose it over a Dead and Company show. It was raw and real and simple justÂ like a version of the traditional âGoing Down the Roadâ should be. It is the intimate setting that we wish we could see all of our idols in. I am without aÂ doubt, grateful.