The Hammock Papers: Weir

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11 January 2026

Scaring the Children, "Two Djinn"

Bob Weir, Rest in Peace

Bob Weir has passed.

"Only a River"...

The Grateful Dead are still one of the most over-rated bands of all-time.

24 December 2025

Gladden.

Weir, Christmas Eve, 1865

CHRISTMAS EVE TEN YEARS AGO

At midnight's hour the solemn sound,

The moaning swell

Hark, to the sound of that mystic bell,

Steals o'er my heart like a magic spell!

Tolls this bell upon my ear

A cloud of frosty light

So soft and clear,

This long December night—

A chant of praise,

For peaceful days.

Christmas Eve, watching the fire,

This dreary night, with visions bright;

Cheerful faces gladden my Christmas Eve

Upon a ghostly Winter's night.

Louis Charles

16 October 2022

Happy Birthday, Weir

Bob Weir was born on this day in 1947.

"Two Djinn"

Isn't this how all good tales begin?

16 October 2021

Happy Birthday, Weir

Bob Weir was born on this day in 1947.

"Only a River" ...

The Grateful Dead is still over-rated.

24 March 2020

I drank at the Blue Goose Saloon
And I dance all night with the Mormon girls
Ride home, my way lit by the moon
And oh, here's a snake in the rainbow
And here is the balsam in boughs
And here are the ladders of light up to heaven
A blue mountain is all I need now

22 September 2019

Bob Weir, "Only a River"

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you
Hey, hey, hey, you rolling river

Thank You, Jessica. It was a great summer.

17 November 2018

Bob Weir, "KC Moan"

25 May 2018

Bob Weir, "Gonesville"

HAPPY FRIDAY!

02 April 2018

Bob Weir, "Only a River"

16 October 2017

Happy birthday, Weir.

Bob Weir was born on this day in 1947.

"Cassidy"

"Two Djinn"

"Only a River"

18 April 2017

Scaring the Children, "Two Djinn"

Night come sudden, dawn be soon
Bide my time by the dark of the moon
My strange heroes lead me on
But when I get there they'll be gone

Thanks, Jess!

Grateful Dead, "Desolation Row"

Bob Weir, "Cassidy"

Thank You, Jessica.

06 February 2017

Bob Weir, "Blue Mountain"

Now I chummed up with Latico Gordon
I drank at the Blue Goose Saloon
And I dance all night with the Mormon girls
Ride home, my way lit by the moon
And oh, here is a snake in the rainbow
And here is the balsam in boughs
And here are the ladders of light up to heaven
Blue mountain is all I need now

19 November 2016

Bob Weir, "Cottonwood Lullabye"

23 October 2016

Bob Weir, "Only a River"

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Hey, hey, hey, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Hey, hey, hey
Only a river gonna make things right

06 April 2016

Grateful Dead, "Lost Sailor/Saint of Circumstance"

19 August 2015

Scaring the Children, "Two Djinn"

Thanks, Jessica ... that was fun.

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."