Unscripted Joy

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  • Breathing Gratitude Into the Music That Raised Us

    Breathing Gratitude Into the Music That Raised Us

    I’ve been letting this settle slowly, the way the best truths do.

    As the news moved through our Jam family and emotions rose everywhere…

    Tears, disbelief, that familiar ache of endings; what I felt most strongly was gratitude.

    Deep, steady, unmistakable gratitude.

    Not the kind that bypasses feeling, the kind that holds it with reverence.

    I keep returning to Bob Weir as a life offered in devotion to the music, with an influence that keeps unfolding.

    Not frozen in one era. Not defined by a single chapter. A man who kept choosing to carry the music forward…

    Again and again; allowing it to grow, shift, and breathe with time.

    Of course there was the Grateful Dead, where so many of us first felt the door open. But Bobby never stayed in one place. He let the sound evolve. Through Dead & Company, he created a bridge between generations, between past and present. Inviting new listeners into the circle without ever diluting its soul. And through projects like Bob Weir & Wolf Bros, he showed another side of his profound devotion: stripped down, intimate, rooted.

    Different expressions. Same heartbeat.

    I wouldn’t be here without my lifelong best friend, Lisa. She’s the one who handed me this music before I knew what it would become in my life. Because of her, I found myself at my first show in Hamilton in 1992. Young, wide open, unaware that something ancient and communal was quietly threading itself into my bones.

    That night wasn’t just a concert. It was an initiation.

    For many, the music became a companion. A teacher. A place where listening mattered more than certainty. Where presence was everything.

    This year felt like a culmination. Standing at GD60 knowing that this could be Bobby’s final show-carried a weight I didn’t fully understand. Until now.

    I almost didn’t go. Life, logistics, hesitation hovered. I am so profoundly grateful that I listened to the deeper pull and showed up.

    I took my final photo of Bobby onstage that night. I didn’t know it would be “final” when I lifted the lens, but something in me knew it mattered. I share that image with you, not as a keepsake, but as a moment of witnessing. Of gratitude made visible.

    Bobby at GD60
    Bobby Weir 08/02/2025

    A gentle reminder to Bobby’s truest fans…

    Behind every life lived in service to the world is a family who holds the quieter realities.

    I want to gently and with the utmost respect, acknowledge Bobby’s family. I’ve only personally met his daughter Chloe, who shared him not only with us, but with the spaces in between tours and stages. There is a particular strength in loving someone whose calling belongs to so many.

    If you find yourself struggling, there’s a Tibetan meditation I practice called Tonglen. At its heart, it’s very simple. You breathe in what is heavy. You breathe out what is healing. No fixing. No forcing. Just presence and love.

    So this is my invitation to our Jam family.

    If grief is moving through you, let it come. Breathe it in softly. And as you exhale, send gratitude… For the music that held us when we didn’t yet know how to hold ourselves. For the years Bobby stood at the center of this strange, beautiful continuum and kept the pulse alive. For the way the songs kept changing without losing their truth.

    For the past that shaped us, the present that holds us, and the music that carries on. For The Dead.

    They were never just about music. They were about learning how to listen. How to gather. How to trust what unfolds when we stay present.

    That teaching doesn’t end.

    It lives in us now.

    In how we show up.

    In how we choose gratitude.

    In how the music keeps playing…

    Inside our hearts. Inside the memories at the shows we were blessed to experience. The beauty-full moments between shows and the friends we made along the golden road…

    Forever Grateful

    From my heart to yours, Joy

    PS: Please share your thoughts and prayers.

  • Finding Community Through Music: My Journey with Dead & Co.

    Finding Community Through Music: My Journey with Dead & Co.

    The First Spin

    My connection with the Grateful Dead began long ago, when I was shy teenage girl. My childhood bestie Lisa and her mama Michelle took me to my first show. I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know most of the songs. The air was hazy with smoke. The energy was thick, electric. And then—I saw the spinners.

    They moved like they were tethered to something cosmic. Eyes closed, arms open, twirling endlessly in devotion. I was spellbound. I remember thinking, how the fuck do they do that!?! I witnessed their freedom. It stirred something deep inside me I could not yet name.

    Sphere 2025

    The Summer That Shook Me

    Decades later, in the summer of 2024, I found myself attending most of Dead & Co’s residency shows at the Sphere in Las Vegas. I showed up searching for that same magic I glimpsed all those years ago. And while I found moments of it—flashes of awe, ecstasy, connection—there was also unexpected turbulence.

    Tensions surfaced within the community. Underneath the music and the movement, there were fractures. Conflict, judgment, and division felt deeply out of alignment with the spirit of the band. It was disorienting. I came seeking healing and wholeness, and instead I found myself navigating an undercurrent of discord.

    So I did what I could. I leaned in. I talked with people. I tried to bring forward a spirit of collaboration, care, and community. There were moments where it seemed to land. Moments where something softened. But it was a lot to hold—and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to return.

    Sphere 2024

    A Hesitant Return

    When the spring 2025 Sphere run was announced, my heart leapt—but then that old dread crept in. Could I do it again? Did I even want to?

    As the shows approached I was settled in Vegas, waiting. Watching. Hoping for a shift. But as conflict began to stir again in the lead-up to the first show, I made the decision to pull back.

    On Wednesday night, while the crew gathered to line up, I stayed home—sitting in the dark, meditating, reflecting. I wasn’t sure I wanted to face another season of emotional intensity. And then something unexpected happened. Lowell FaceTimed me from lineup. He’s been a grounding force in this community, though we’re very different people, we’ve found a powerful rhythm working together.

    That night, he thanked me for my continued commitment to fostering grateful community. He shared that he’d made an announcement honoring my intention. The lineup had gone smoothly. His call, his words, and his steady leadership meant the world to me.

    Lowell & Crew

    The Shift

    I still wasn’t certain when I woke up Thursday morning. But my good friend Gil’s voice echoed in my head—gentle, persistent, true. And by 10 a.m., I was back. I arrived in time to reconnect with my close crew. I hugged familiar faces. I settled into the space with presence before the show began that evening.

    Thursday night, the energy felt different—softer, more gracious. There was a sense of openness I hadn’t felt in a long time. My body began to relax into the music. The people around me were kind, grounded. Something was shifting.

    Reconnection

    Friday’s Reminder

    By the second night, I found myself in a familiar groove. The rhythm returned. The hugs came easier. The laughter felt real. But that night brought its own reckoning. Michelle, Lisa’s mama who took me to my first show, had a health scare. It shook us to the core.

    It reminded us how fragile life is. How quickly things can change. And how deeply we need each other when they do.

    Saturday: The Circle Closes

    And then came Saturday. That’s when my longtime friend Prism arrived.

    Prism was tall with long curly gray hair. He has the energy of a musical wizard. Prism brought a quiet magic with him. I had looked forward to introducing him to the community, but I was also a tad apprehensive. What unfolded moved me beyond words—he was welcomed instantly, fully, lovingly.

    Watching the people I’ve grown close to embrace him as an extension of me made something click. I realized in that moment: they see me. I belong.

    The show was vibrant, alive with connection. Calm yet electric. There were still a few bumps—unpredictable moments—but the energy held. We held. And I felt something I hadn’t dared to name before: peace.

    A Tribe, Found

    Back at the New Year’s show in Fort Lauderdale, Lisa told me, This is your tribe Jelibean (her endearing childhood nickname for me).

    I remember laughing, even resisting. I said more than once, “This is not my fucking tribe!”

    But this weekend? I felt it.

    By Saturday night, I looked around and knew in my bones—I am home.

    A Love Letter

    So here’s my love letter to this journey:

    To Dead & Co., for creating sonic medicine we can dissolve into.

    To the Sphere and staff for being a sacred container of light, sound, and rebirth.

    To Vibee for weaving the invisible threads that made it all possible.

    To the strangers who became friends.

    To those who spun like prayers.

    To those who stayed, who showed up, who softened.

    And to my crew. They held the line with strength and grace. Their quiet loyalty kept the wheels turning.

    From my heart to yours, thank you.

    Because in a world that often feels too fractured to bear, we need reminders of what’s still wholesome. We need music. We need meaning. We need moments like these.

    In community,

    Joy