"Nothin's Gonna Bring Him Back..."

I knew without a shadow of a doubt they'd play it. How could they not? I wasn't prepared for what happened, for what evolved, for what they offered, for what was shared.

It was as if Bobby assumed the role of preacher, they rode into the opening smooth and slowly. It was elegant, it was classic, it was respectful. It was old school rock and roll, blues, gospel. Every single note was accurate and perfect. It mattered for a different reason. It was a eulogy without words; orchestrated, sung and played with heart, meaning and reverence. Mostly respect. A set of icons paying homage to an icon. Leaders of a movement of creativity honoring a leader of genius creativity. There was no mistaking it! I know I didn't read too much into it. They went around and around and around on the verses, on the chorus. Then, it wove into a gospel. The crowd became the gospel choir. All bodies swaying to exactly the same rhythm, singing with all their hearts and soul! Not a single word was spoken! Every single fan knew!

RIP Steve Jobs. Thank you for staying true to your vision!

HE'S GONE

Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.

Now he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.

Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside.
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile,
Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile!!!!

Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.

Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange,
Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.
Lost one round but the price wasn't anything,
A knife in the back and more of the same.

Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb,
You know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said,
Steal your face right off your head.

Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.

Ooh, nothin's gonna bring him back.

Words: Robert Hunter, Music: Jerry Garcia