Robert Hunter

Oct 24, 2024 | zip06.com | Robert Hunter

The Silver Snarling Trumpet: The Birth of the Grateful Dead by Robert Hunter Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter’s memoir weaves through his early days with Jerry Garcia like Jerry’s guitar during a jam. Written in 1961 and thought to be lost, this is the origin story of The Grateful Dead, and how two close friends began a musical collaboration that lasted for decades. Marilyn, R.J. Julia Booksellers, Madison

Oct 9, 2024 | datebook.sfchronicle.com | Robert Hunter |Zack Ruskin

“The Silver Snarling Trumpet: The Birth of the Grateful Dead” is the “lost manuscipt” of lyricist Robert Hunter, out Tuesday, Oct. 8. Photo: Hachette BooksThe concepts of “lost” and “found” take on a different meaning when glimpsed through the cosmic prism of the Grateful Dead. Recognized today as one of history’s seminal rock groups, the band and its timeless lyrics and epic live jams have birthed a fan base of Deadheads that’s remained utterly devoted to the group for 59 years and counting.

Jun 1, 2024 | whileyoungideas.substack.com | Terry Lyons |Robert Hunter |Jerome Garcia |Jerome García

By TERRY LYONS, Editor of Digital Sports DeskBOSTON - The first thing I thought when I heard the terrible Memorial Day news of Bill Walton’s death was of Bill’s wonderful wife, Lori. Then, a flashback, worthy of an Orson Welles Hollywood movie. It came from two summers ago at a Basketball Hall of Fame press conference at Mohegan Sun when Bill and Lori sauntered into the auditorium just as the function began.

Jun 23, 2023 | nyswritersinstitute.org | Robert Hunter

Today is the birthday of Robert Hunter (1941-2019), lyricist, singer-songwriter, translator, and poet best known for his songwriting contributions to the Grateful Dead. Robert Hunter in 2015 when he was inducted into the Songwriters’ Hall of Fame. (AP photo)Hunter was born June 23, 1941, in California. Some biographies claim he was a great-great-grandson of the Romantic poet Robert Burns.

May 26, 2023 | nami.org | Robert Hunter

I drove across the U.S. in a beat-up RV in pursuit of a goal that always seemed a few miles up the road. I’d written an album and a novel and set off on a 50-state tour seeking the most fickle and fleeting marker of success — fame. It wasn’t long before I grew disillusioned. Night after night, pouring my heart out to audiences more interested in their phones than my singing, my ambition for social media followers, streams, likes and clicks left me feeling empty.