Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros — August
Shows
4
Songs
50
Venues
2
“He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns,
We are singing and playing, I hear what he's saying.
I remember breezes from winds inside your body
keep me high, like I told you, I'll sing to them this story and know why.”
— Sunrise by The Grateful Dead
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