The Deadheads have gathered in Hyde Park underneath the right blue skies of the Summer time Solstice, a propitious prelude to Bobby Weir’s first UK gig in 22 years. Whereas Weir and drummer Mickey Hart often now keep the legacy of the Grateful Lifeless as Lifeless & Firm in residencies on the Vegas’ high-tech Sphere, Weir’s Wolf Bros plot an alternate course, permitting the rhythm guitarist and deputy singer to carry out to his personal satisfaction. Tonight, this implies making his debut on the Royal Albert Corridor for the one-off spectacle of his first European orchestral present.
The Royal Philharmonic Live performance Orchestra take the stage first for Giancarlo Aquilanti’s “A Grateful Overture”, which units acquainted Lifeless themes within the custom of Aaron Copland’s early 20th century Americana, summoning photographs of Western vistas with plaintive pastoral passages and rock’n’roll punch. Because the orchestra begin “Truckin’”, Weir enters on the head of his Wolf Bros trio – pianist Jeff Chimenti, drummer Jay Lane and double-bassist Don Was, sporting dreads, shades and Stetson. Weir’s black poncho resembles a schoolmaster’s cape, thrown over crumpled grey-black threads and Cuban-heeled footwear, whereas his full-bodied white hair and grizzled beard could possibly be that of an old-time prospector from one among Robert Hunter‘s songs, or an unreconstructed hippie idealist – which he and lots of of tonight’s viewers stay.
“What a protracted, unusual journey it’s been,” Weir displays, as “Truckin’” hymns the Lifeless’s former, footloose life. His leonine head leans into the orchestral headwinds, until he finds a pocket of area for his guitar. The possibly knotty downside of integrating improvisational rock’n’roll with classical musicians is solved by alternating passages purely given to Aquilanti’s orchestral preparations with sections the place the band interweave with the RPCO. “These guys are nothing wanting a nationwide treasure,” Weir says, regularly turning to look at them, beaming on the therapy of this materials.
“Black Peter” is about to cinematic strings. Weir performs sultry slide, inhabiting the function of the wounded loner going through down demise, comfortable with the fatalism which shadows the Lifeless’s songbook as he wails, “Another day!” “China Cat Sunflower” enters Hunter’s extra lyrically baroque realms over symphonic funk, because the strings floating dreamily up and away. “Brokedown Palace” concludes the primary set with one other existential American saga sung with unfussy, direct feeling, Weir concluding: “I like you greater than phrases can inform.”
“Sugar Magnolia” begins the second half in nation mode with classical violinists transformed to hoedown fiddles. As Weir sings of an outdated ‘70s girlfriend, he plucks particular person, ringing notes. The multi-generational crowd have been boisterously out of their seats for many of the evening and now spin with delight at first of the “Terrapin Station” suite. “His job is to shed mild, to not grasp,” sings Weir of the tune’s storyteller, and that’s additionally his modest manner, his expansive vocal turning introspective as he explains a sailor’s doomed romantic discount and heads in direction of the titular vacation spot, perpetually simply out of attain.
Then the Wolf Bros exit, the orchestra quieten and Weir places down his guitar to sing “Days Between”, the final tune written by Garcia earlier than his demise. Weir’s gruff, sturdy voice summons Hunter’s lyric’s mixture of chivalrous the Aristocracy and sorrow, acceptable within the encroaching twilight of the Lifeless’s story, with Weir standing ever extra alone. “These have been days,” he sings 3 times. “The brightest ever seen… nonetheless tender, younger and inexperienced… tender as velveteen.” This can be a style of Weir’s personal energy, aside from however nonetheless in service to the Lifeless’s story.
Weir windmills his guitar on the house strait and boils down “Hell In A Bucket” to a hedonistic sentiment totally embraced by the dancing crowd: “May as effectively benefit from the experience!” Lastly, the orchestra retire and the Wolf Bros dig into Weir’s solo songbook. His fuzzed-up guitar is loud and clear on “She Stated”, by his ‘90s band RatDog. Then “One Extra Saturday Evening” brings this Saturday evening to a detailed in occasion mode. With ferocious perspective belying his 77 years, Weir is fortunately howling by the top. Stripped of the Lifeless’s weight, he nonetheless merely needs to play rock’n’roll.
Bobby Weir & The Wolf Bros set checklist at Royal Albert Corridor, London, June 21, 2025:
SET ONE:
A Grateful Overture
Truckin’
Black Peter
China Cat Sunflower/I Know You Rider
Brokedown Palace
SET TWO:
Sugar Magnolia
Terrapin Station
Days Between
Jack Straw
Hell In A Bucket
Sunshine Daydream
She Says
One Extra Saturday Evening
