Goodbye, Ray. This is someone whose passing really gets to me. A friend of mine and I basically installed ourselves at a small bar/club in Manhattan in late '66-early '67 where Ray's band performed for about a week and we got to know him. He was very bright and personable and there wasn't a trace of arrogance in him. He even openly agreed with my friend's assessment of his lead singer, which was ever so slightly judgmental. (This one night at Ondine's, my friend Peter Ference stood up at the picnic table where we were gathered with the band members and said, and I quote: "Morrison, you are a f**kin' a**hole". We were all being beautiful on acid, Ray included, and Morrison was doing Demerol and beer). Ray smiled and nodded his agreement. A small great moment in history, I think.
In Seattle some 30 years later I met him again and he was kind enough to reminisce with me about that one week stand at Ondine's. He seemed to be a sane person whose considerable talent, worldwide fame and success wasn't allowed to get in the way of his humanity and good humor. He is missed.