Idiot Savant
Weir is truly a poster child for the 60s - "running away with the circus" to be with the Merry Pranksters & Neal Cassady and joining The Grateful Dead all before he was 18.
His insight to playing rhythm guitar to Garcia ala McCoy Tyner to Coltrane shows his genius to follow musical genius. Truly one of the greatest rhythm guitarists who pushed that function to a counter-lead...
But Weir(d) always has that vacant stare in his eyes and his commentary always betrays either his innocence or his ignorance. He is truly blessed like few have been so that it appears nothing bothers him...
He really doesn't have much to say beyond music - his commentary on Deadheads is along the lines: Well, I'll guess I'll keep the good ones and throw away the bad ones... Without copping to the drugged culture he helped to create...
His wide-eyed innocence is very charming until you think about: So Bob, what have you really been up to?
He says his main goal with Jerry Garcia was to make him happy as Garcia killed himself. Uh... happy for what? For Garcia? Or for Weir not recognizing / confronting Garcia's self-destruction? Or - maybe just not wanting to get involved... Maybe that's the nature of an orphaned child...
Weir on stage in a 50,000 or more arena - surely he didn't think everyone was straight and happy and self-satisfied? He never cops that he made a living playing music to people ***ked out of their minds, large volumes of people.
This movie is about his trip, which is cool - he is a unique soul in the late 20th century. But Weir himself is never really cool, ultimately vacuous.
Love the rhythm guitar, tho...