Billy Ray  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Billy Ray was born to Alva & Julie Ray on April 23, 1948 in Montgomery, Alabama.  He was christened William Hardwick Ray and was named after his maternal grandfather William Hardwick Ruth.  He attended Harrison Elementary School, Bellingrath Junior High School and Sidney Lanier High School.

"I remember as a small child that my grandmother "Muddy" and mom would play records on this old hand cranked RCA.  I was totally fascinated by it.  There is a notation in my baby book that I attempted to sit on and go for a ride. I would dance and sing along at the ripe old age of 2 or three.  I guess I was bitten by the bug pretty early on", Billy laughed.

"The deep south was a fairly intensive place in the 60’s.  I remember some of my friends and I sneaked out to go to  Saint Jude’s Hospital, which was the end destination of the Selma to Montgomery March.  I wish I could tell you that we were motivated to do so for reasons of political activism.  The truth is we just wanted to see PETER, PAUL & MARY," Billy continued. "Music was just starting to make the first of many steps, which in retrospect brought about the musical revolution we now associate with that time.  We were listening to folk music and some Elvis.  I remember the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.  I was awed.  I conspired with my mom to buy my first guitar on my Dad’s Sears credit card.  That guitar had strings so heavy you could have towed a pickup truck with it.  My fingers did literally bleed because I played so much.  My friends Richard and George got together to form our first band. If the Beatles had knocked us off our feet, then the Rolling Stones mopped up the floor with us.  There was no turning back."

Billy recalls auditioning a skinny blonde kid in Montgomery, with Richard and George for a band they had called THE OSSENBERGER MEMORIAL WING, which incidentally never took off or got out of the garage.  "I remember that this kid showed up with a Gretch or large bodied Gibson., that was bigger than he was.  He had a big Fender Twin Reverb.  I was pretty amazed that he even had the strength to carry the stuff, cause he was so thin.  We played some covers and he came up with some of the loudest spaghetti that I had heard."

When he left, the boys asked me what I thought:  "He has a couple of good licks but I don’t think that he will ever amount to much", I quipped.  "I left Montgomery and came to Seattle and never thought of the incident until I went back to Montgomery in 1986 for my class reunion.  George and Richard lured me into a conversation about the incident.  Richard started to quiz me with a smirk:  "Do you remember that kid that jammed with us, the one you said would never amount to much?"  "Yes," I gingerly replied. "Well," started Richard, "that kid was none other than Tommy Shaw who went on to a certain level of success with STYX."  George added "Billy, I wouldn’t quit my day job to be a music critic."  I replied "I guess hindsight is better than foresight."  Talk about 2 cents waiting on change.

By 1972 Billy was itching for some new experiences.  "I jammed with this dude named Lee Whitish in Alabama. He was an absolutely phenomenal guitarist.  He was from Seattle and told me that it was the happening scene.  He predicted that it would one day become a musical Mecca.  In March of 1972 I loaded up all of my worldly belongings and came to Seattle for a visit.  Snow was still on the ground when I arrived on the 10th of April.  I thought to myself, "what am I getting myself into?"

In September of 1972 Billy married Deborah Kopecky.  The following May, they were blessed them with a daughter, Barbara Ruth Ray.  In 1974, I met a kid named Mike Cross.  He stayed with us and we became his foster parents.  He introduced me to Scott Coleman and Rick Padero and our band OUTLAWED was born.  Rick left after a year and the band continued with new guitarist Steve Lynch who was to later find fame with the 80’s band AUTOGRAPH.

Billy stated "this was really a hot band.  We did covers, but we were tight.  Unfortunately, we were quite young and naive and couldn’t understand why fame and fortune weren’t beating down our doors.  We just didn’t get the whole picture.  There were no guidebooks to follow back then.  Now you have brilliant people like Chris Knab of the 4 Fronts of Music, who gives you a step by step guide on the do’s and don’ts of the music business.  There are wonderful organizations like the Musician’s Network, run by Alex Johnson, to help you plow through it."

OUTLAWED continued through late 1975 in this configuration and Billy continued with another group of musicians under the same until 1976.  He also tried several other Seattle bands.  In retrospect, says Billy, "when you’re young,  you have all this energy, you’re cocky and then you get beat down a bit.  I started to feel like a failure as a parent, what with one utility being turned off this month and one next month.  I was going to quit music.  I wrote 40-50 songs over the next 15 years and played a party or two.  Being a musician is like being in the circus.  You never get it out of your blood.  I contacted guitarist Scott Coleman of the old band and Paul Sylvain, a truly gifted bassist, over at their place on Alki point in West Seattle.  I strummed a few of my tunes and they liked them.  Several months later Scott asked his friend Ed Nitsche to join us on drums.  The whole focus in the beginning was to record my songs to submit for demos to see if I could get a publishing contract.  Then the damnedest thing happened.  We got good and the music took on a life of its own.  We sounded good and our friends urged us to play live.  Maybe its crazy for people in our age group to throw our hat in the ring, but then isn’t Rock N Roll a bit crazy by definition."

Billy muses "music is the greatest communicator of all times.  It boldly crosses boundaries of age, race, sex and language.  It touches our hearts and our souls.  It passes the joy and pain of life, love and all in between from one generation to the other.  I’m not afraid to dream."