Ray can play any instrument he put his hand to. His den is a tribute to his talent.
He started playing at 3, on an old upright piano. He never took lessons, his mother didn’t have the money for that sort of thing.
He put together a band in the early 70s. One afternoon back in 1974, he came over to my house with a record. He wanted to words for ‘Smoke on the Water’. We spent the afternoon trying to catch the words … he’d already caught the score.
Life’s strange, he went on to become a civil engineer.