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Music and the Creative Spirit

Bob Weir: The Music Never Stopped

By Published: January 17, 2009
BW: Well, when we were playing in Egypt and let me first say that we really didn't play that well, which was a result of being jet lagged along with other numerous difficulties. The electricity was hit and miss and was very disruptive to our flow. And the first night that we went on stage, we sound checked and tried to get everything as right as we possibly could but the electricity was on and off. We were playing at the Salumina Theater which is at the foot of the Sphinx, which in turn is at the foot of the great pyramid with two other pyramids behind it. They were all lit up spectacularly. But the problem was that we were also close to the Nile River and there were lots and lots of these big mosquitoes. After the stage lights came on, I saw this cloud of mosquitoes and I was getting bit and my immediate thought was, "welcome to hell." And just as I came to that conclusion, something flew by my head, and then another and then another. I looked across the stage and there were these big bats, a foot across feasting on all of these mosquitoes. And they saved our asses, and this happened every night.

On the third night, there was an eclipse with a full moon that lit up everything. I looked out across the moonscape along with the silhouette and there were two ridges that were lined up with Bedouins on their horses and camels, guns slung over their backs. And at that moment I thought, OK here are the Bedouins on the bluffs, silhouetted under a full moon and then in the backdrop is the great pyramid and the Sphinx. And then there is this thousand year old stage and on that stage is a rock and roll band surrounded by a cloud of bats. It was then that I had one of those moments where I thought, "Take me now lord, just take me now. I want to remember it just like this."

"Cassidy" by John Perry Barlow and Bob Weir

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.

I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.

Ah, child of countless trees.

Ah, child of boundless seas.

What you are, what you're meant to be

Speaks his name, though you were born to me,

Born to me,


Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac.

I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back.

Come wash the nighttime clean,

Come grow this scorched ground green,

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine

Close the gap of the dark years in between

You and me,


Quick beats in an icy heart.

catch-colt draws a coffin cart.

There he goes now, here she starts:

Hear her cry.

Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words

Wheel to the storm and fly.

Faring thee well now.

Let your life proceed by its own design.

Nothing to tell now.

Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.

Photo Credit

Top: George Weiss


This interview will appear in Lloyd Peterson's upcoming book Wisdom Through Music.

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