photo by Jay Blakesberg
Robert Hunter, the iconic poet who penned some of the Grateful Dead’s most enduring lyrics, has died at the age of 78. Rolling Stone confirmed the news via a statement from Hunter’s family, though no cause of death was given.
“It is with great sadness we confirm our beloved Robert passed away yesterday night,” the statement reads. “He died peacefully at home in his bed, surrounded by love. His wife Maureen was by his side holding his hand. For his fans that have loved and supported him all these years, take comfort in knowing that his words are all around us, and in that way his is never truly gone. In this time of grief please celebrate him the way you all know how, by being together and listening to the music. Let there be songs to fill the air.”
Born in 1941 in California, Hunter formed an early relationship with Jerry Garcia before the Grateful Dead formed, collaborating even before the two musicians were a part of early-’60s bluegrass group Hart Valley Drifters (recordings of that band and other early Garcia/Hunter cuts were included in last year’s box-set compilation Before the Dead). Around the same time, Hunter took part in government-sponsored LSD tests at Stanford University, with cultural icon Ken Kesey.
For the Dead, Garcia and Hunter teamed up for many of the band’s most popular compositions, like “Uncle John’s Band,” “Touch of Grey,” “Casey Jones,” “Friend of the Devil, “Truckin’,” “Franklin’s Tower,” “Eyes of the World,” “Sugaree” and “Scarlet Begonias,” among many others. Hunter also worked with Bob Dylan on multiple songs from the late-’80s onward and more recently has collaborated with songwriters like Bruce Hornsby, Steve Kimock, Jim Lauderdale and David Nelson.
Hunter received the Americana Music Association’s Lifetime Achievement Award in 2013, followed by an induction into the Songwriter’s Hall of Fame (with Garcia) in 2015.
In a 2013 conversation with Relix, Hunter reflected on his relative lack of visibility in the public-facing aspects of the Grateful Dead: “I’m reclusive as far as fame-seeking goes, but that doesn’t mean I’m reclusive as a social human being. It’s just that what rock fame has to offer isn’t really something that anybody in their right mind, with any notion of what they’re getting into, would want. I’ve watched my friends have to go through that and I’ve said, ‘No thanks.’ But I very much want my songwriting out there. I’m not indifferent to that and I’m very pleased and proud and feel very lucky about that aspect. I also like to get up and perform, and there are certain things you do to perform. I’m going to do those things to a degree, although, I’m not going to go overboard.”
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Robert Hunter
September 25, 2019 at 12:06 pmThe man behind the curtain…They all had to be there to make it happen, but Garcia and Hunter are still the magic to this band, all these years later.
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September 25, 2019 at 9:33 am“Now Jerry is not alone in Grateful Dead heaven”
you’re an idiot
Jerry got a restraining order from God to keep Vince at
least 500 feet away?
Richard Zietko
September 25, 2019 at 8:19 amIt gives me pleasure, it gives me peace
Gives me something to remember when seasons fly by
I can’t recall the words or the tune so clearly
But I know when I hear it and I love it dearly
That’s not the sound of your regular number
I know that sound like I know my own name
Say, Mr. Matches, that’s a pretty nice tune
I wonder if you’d play that tune again?
Thank you Robert!
Tim
September 25, 2019 at 8:11 amMay your inspiration continue to flow..
alex wallace
September 24, 2019 at 10:44 pmBrokedown Palace
Grateful Dead
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone
Going to leave this broke-down palace
On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time, in my time, I will roll roll roll
In a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River gonna take me
Sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy
All the way back back home
It’s a far gone lullaby
Sung many years ago
Mama, mama, many worlds I’ve come
Since I first left home
Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow
Sing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go, the river roll roll roll
Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Large Father
September 24, 2019 at 10:38 pmMy heart is heavy today. Sad day, hell of a wordsmith. Now Hunter/Garcia can write a new chapter together. The master poet gone but never ever forgotten
mb
September 24, 2019 at 7:04 pmRIP Mr. Hunter. Thank you for sharing your enormous gift. Words cannot encapsulate the jumble of emotions I’m feeling right now. A trip back down the old rabbit hole just might be in order…
Onenitemike
September 24, 2019 at 6:59 pmToo lay me down.. RIP Robert Hunter.
Jim
September 24, 2019 at 6:11 pmA sad day indeed. The world is a tad less musical or spiritual today. What a great picture of Hunter on the cover of the Relix mag.
cosmicbein
September 24, 2019 at 4:54 pmEvery once in a while i pondered who would be the next to check out after Jerry,so now we know.Jerry was waitin for Robert for 24 years. Now Jerry is not alone in Grateful Dead heaven.I think the magic the two of them had together is brewing right now again.Long live the 2 Kings! Dead Forever.Forever Dead
Greg
September 24, 2019 at 4:49 pmRIP. Best songwriter ever along with Mr Dylan and Lennon-McCartney. Box Of Rain is an incredible lyric book. The songs feel different reading the words without the music. Great either way of course.
10C Jed
September 24, 2019 at 4:06 pmtomorrow, maybe go, beneath the ground.
RIP Hunter
Butterfly
September 24, 2019 at 2:48 pmRIPple
TCinNYC
September 24, 2019 at 2:20 pmI am forever Grateful for Robert and his words. Let there be songs to fill the air!! RIP.