Saturday, June 03, 2006

Vince Welnick: 2/21/51 - 6/2/06

Sad news for Deadheads everywhere today as we mourn the death of Vince Welnick, the last keyboardist for The Grateful Dead. According to the Mercury News, an unofficial spokesman at the Welnick home said that "It looks like he took his own life.'' If that is true, then this tragedy is even greater in magnitude. Vince admitted that he fell into a deep depression after Jerry's death in '95. Apparently, he never fully recovered, and as a result, could not go on in this world any longer.

Myself, and I'm sure Deadheads everywhere, pass along their greatest condolences to the Welnick family in this difficult time. RIP Vince, you will be missed.

He's Gone, and nothing's going to bring him back.

PS - Thank you my ol' Deadhead friend for passing this unfortunate news along.

7 Comments:

At 7:15 PM, Anonymous Helen said...

Thank you for posting this and I will thank SLC also. Very, very sad news indeed.
Mas Paz................

 
At 9:02 PM, Blogger Mark said...

Wow - What a shock....

 
At 5:41 AM, Anonymous jwmckay said...

Very sad news,a real shock

 
At 9:29 PM, Anonymous Joy said...

Fare Thee Well...

I was terribly saddened last week to hear about the passing of Vince Welnick. He was the last keyboardist for the Grateful Dead, which for those of you who don't know, is my (sentimental) favorite band.
I had the opportunity to meet Vince in Akumal, Mexico in 1994. It was New Year's Eve and Michael and I were in depths of the Mexican Yucatan. We'd met a fellow at the airport (upon our arrival a week earlier) who had a house in Akumal and he told us of the Dead's upcoming and much secreted performance. He told us if we could get ourselves there, the rest would be taken care of.
Needless to say, somehow, some way, we humped our way out of that jungle and Doug lived up to his promise. There we were, a couple of college hippies, of course penniless, laying out blankets on the most pristine beach I'd ever seen. Surrounding us were all the spoils of wealth one could imagine. High-end hotels and stucco houses sat quietly behind the beach, purposefully designed as not to disturb the magnificent natural wonders surrounding us. Akumal, as it turned out, was the secret and well-guarded playground of well-to-do foreigners.
What surprised me the most however, was the utter lack of pomp, circumstance and pettiness one often associates with such money. Rather, we were heralded in like old friends. We had the best table in the house, our drinks were paid for all night and we knew not a stranger. Bob Weir and Vince got up and played a set and after it was over, sheepishly, Michael and I approached them asking for a picture or two.
Vince could not have been nicer about it. He willingly posed for pics and answered all our questions. He was kind and patient as we were a bit star-struck. Most of all however, he was quiet, utterly humble and seemed genuinely appreciative of our compliments and idolitry. We've lost a good one to the great unknown. Best of luck on your journey Vince, may the four winds blow you safely home.
Joy

 
At 10:31 PM, Blogger Ben said...

Joy - Great story. Thank you for sharing.

 
At 11:54 PM, Blogger Emergency999 said...

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At 11:45 AM, Blogger Ben said...

Emergency - Thanks for the reminder. It's easy for us who are focused on The Grateful Dead to remember that Vince had a life before The Dead. I don't know alot about The Tubes (except for "She's a Beauty" and that they had a wild stage act). I think I would of liked to see them live in their prime though.

 

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