by Dave Howard » Mon Mar 02, 2009 2:03 pm
I would like to submit the side to Ray that I knew, as a music videographer. I first met Ray (aka V.J. Ray or Video Jockey Ray) when he hosted the music show at the Etobicoke McLean /Hunter cable TV station. I had watched his program dozens of times and any band, mostly punk and post punk bands would submit their concert footage and he would air it, often talking about the band afterward. He was so keen on everybody and took what they were doing very sincerely. When I met Ray it was through my long time friend Andy Tough, who was a Director at the station. Ray had acquired 3 David Bowie videos and knowing that, at the time I was a huge fan, he asked me to produce a documentary on him. Ray and I worked closely on this hour long doc. and we were both very pleased with the result.
A couple of years later The Beverly Tavern on Queen St. became my second home and I was happy to see Ray become a regular there, too. Not as a drinker, no he came to work. Ray would show up with one of those big, heavy portable video cameras they had back in the '80's, to film all sorts of bands like Rheostatics, Vital Sines and The Dave Howard Singers. By this time he started calling himself Ray dio Reality. He was such a fan of The Stranglers that he would dress head to foot in black with one of their Black Raven badges pinned to his lapel and thought of himself as one of the men in black, which The Stranglers were known as. He really would've liked to have been the 5th Strangler. He would also show up on Monday nights and play episodes of Lesley Neilson's "Police Squad." He was annoyed that it wasn't aired in Canada and had to show it just because it was so funny. How he managed to get a hold of high end U-Matic copies I'll never know, but I wasn't surprised. He had a talent for that.
I moved away for the better part of the next decade but in the early 90's after I returned we saw each other one last time when he came to video a show I was playing at. He and I really had a good long talk especially because in my absence I had the chance to work with J.J. Burnel, the bass player for The Stranglers. Ray wanted to hear everything, asked lots of questions and told me a thing or two as well.
As life took us both in different directions we lost touch. In late 2004 I had a thought about his collection of Toronto bands and wondered what he was planing on doing with them. I wish I had acted on that idea sooner. Foolishly I procrastinated and didn't act until July 30th 2005. His friend Michael (I think) told me that he was at Toronto Grace Hospital. One month earlier my mother had passed away at Toronto Grace. I was very upset with this news, but afterwards comforted to know that he was in the best possible hands. I quickly drove over to see him but it really was too late. He wasn't "awake" by that time. The nurses who were puzzled to see me there again until I told them I was there for Ray said they could try to wake him, but I said no. Let the man rest.
I would like to think that he somehow knew I was there and again a week later. I think of Ray often and he was a friend of mine.
Dave Howard
I would like to submit the side to Ray that I knew, as a music videographer. I first met Ray (aka V.J. Ray or Video Jockey Ray) when he hosted the music show at the Etobicoke McLean /Hunter cable TV station. I had watched his program dozens of times and any band, mostly punk and post punk bands would submit their concert footage and he would air it, often talking about the band afterward. He was so keen on everybody and took what they were doing very sincerely. When I met Ray it was through my long time friend Andy Tough, who was a Director at the station. Ray had acquired 3 David Bowie videos and knowing that, at the time I was a huge fan, he asked me to produce a documentary on him. Ray and I worked closely on this hour long doc. and we were both very pleased with the result.
A couple of years later The Beverly Tavern on Queen St. became my second home and I was happy to see Ray become a regular there, too. Not as a drinker, no he came to work. Ray would show up with one of those big, heavy portable video cameras they had back in the '80's, to film all sorts of bands like Rheostatics, Vital Sines and The Dave Howard Singers. By this time he started calling himself Ray dio Reality. He was such a fan of The Stranglers that he would dress head to foot in black with one of their Black Raven badges pinned to his lapel and thought of himself as one of the men in black, which The Stranglers were known as. He really would've liked to have been the 5th Strangler. He would also show up on Monday nights and play episodes of Lesley Neilson's "Police Squad." He was annoyed that it wasn't aired in Canada and had to show it just because it was so funny. How he managed to get a hold of high end U-Matic copies I'll never know, but I wasn't surprised. He had a talent for that.
I moved away for the better part of the next decade but in the early 90's after I returned we saw each other one last time when he came to video a show I was playing at. He and I really had a good long talk especially because in my absence I had the chance to work with J.J. Burnel, the bass player for The Stranglers. Ray wanted to hear everything, asked lots of questions and told me a thing or two as well.
As life took us both in different directions we lost touch. In late 2004 I had a thought about his collection of Toronto bands and wondered what he was planing on doing with them. I wish I had acted on that idea sooner. Foolishly I procrastinated and didn't act until July 30th 2005. His friend Michael (I think) told me that he was at Toronto Grace Hospital. One month earlier my mother had passed away at Toronto Grace. I was very upset with this news, but afterwards comforted to know that he was in the best possible hands. I quickly drove over to see him but it really was too late. He wasn't "awake" by that time. The nurses who were puzzled to see me there again until I told them I was there for Ray said they could try to wake him, but I said no. Let the man rest.
I would like to think that he somehow knew I was there and again a week later. I think of Ray often and he was a friend of mine.
Dave Howard