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I'm old school (yes, again)
Before the cell phone, there was amateur (ham) radio. I've been a ham for 10 years this December.
This is the Yaesu FT-897D, a multiband transceiver. I absolutely love this radio. It's portable and has gone with me on several adventures... Trips back to the midwest to visit family, Boy Scout camping trips, etc. I have talked to other amateurs all around the world. My most interesting QSO was with another ham in Israel while I was in my car headed to BWI airport... at 1:00 in the morning! ( I had a different radio in my car at the time, not this one.)
My antennas are mainly dipoles that are homebrew (that means I made them myself.)
If you're looking for a QSO, give me a call... My callsign is KB3KOC. When I'm on the air I can be found mailnly on 20 meters, sometimes 40.
How's your Morse Code?
-.-. --.- -.-. --.- -.-. --.- -.. .
-.- -... ...-- -.- --- -.-.
73
Con esta radio multibanda (National Panasonic) escuché uno de los ascensos del Córdoba CF desde Madrid. Milagrosamente, capté la señal de Radio Córdoba, de la Cadena Ser, y pude enterarme de la noticia minuto a minuto, exceptuando las interrupciones electromagnéticas.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Here’s another wide field image of comet 3I/ATLAS. This was imaged on the morning of December 21, 2025. I was only able to get 1 1/2 hours of data before clouds started moving in. Throughout the month it had been clear and mild throughout the US southwest but as luck would have it, storms are finally heading in. This is likely the last time I’ll be able to image this comet. I’ve also posted a short animation showing the comet’s movement over 1 1/2 hours.
Image Detail:
- 1.5 hours of total integration time (120 seconds, gain 100, camera cooled to 14 degrees).
- SVBONY SV503 80ED
- SVBONY SV260 multiband pass filter
- SVBONY SV226 filter drawer
- Sky Watcher Star Adventurer GTi
- ZWO ASI 2600MC Pro
- ZWO ASIAIR Mini
- ZWO EAF
- ZWO 120MM guide camera
- ZWO guide scope
Software:
- PixInsight
- Adobe Photoshop
- RC Astro Blur Xterminator
- RC Astro Noise Xterminator
- RC Astro Star Xterminator
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
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3rd Generation Skyhawk Atomic Flight Chronograph. Official Blue Angels Insignia appears on Caseback with logo on dial. Atomic time keeping. Time is automatically set (or on demand) by the atomic signal. Multiband atomic receiver receives atomic signal in North America Europe and Asia. Stainless Steel Case. Eco drive technology charges in sunlight or indoors with 6 month power reserve. Power reserve indicator with low charge warning. World Time with 43 cities. 2 World time Alarms 1100 Second Chronograph Measures up to 24 Hours 99 Minute Countdown Timer Perpetual calendar. Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) display. Blue dial with silver tone hands and markers. Digital display. Digital display backlight. Luminous hands and markers. Rotating Slide Rule Bezel. Nonreflective scratch resistant mineral crystal. Blue rubber strap with a pushbutton deployment clasp. Water resistant to 200m. Case measures 45mm diameter by 15mm thick. Flight watch.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
ARABIAN GULF (March 3, 2015) Marines with Headquarters and Service Company and Kilo Company, Battalion Landing Team 3rd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, receive training on an AN/PRC-150(C) Multiband Radio during a communication course aboard the amphibious dock landing ship USS Fort McHenry (LSD 43), March 3, 2015. The 24th MEU is embarked on the ships of the Iwo Jima Amphibious Ready Group and deployed to maintain regional security in the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operations. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Devin Nichols/Released)
Yaesu FT-857D,
Power Supply Astron 30amp,
MFJ Deluxe Versa Tuner II 949E,
Balum con Dipolos de cable cortados para 20m y 15m
Edited Spitzer Space Telescope image of the galaxy M81 in multi-wavelengths of infrared light.
Original caption: The magnificent spiral arms of the nearby galaxy Messier 81 are highlighted in this image from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope. Located in the northern constellation of Ursa Major (which also includes the Big Dipper), this galaxy is easily visible through binoculars or a small telescope. M81 is located at a distance of 12 million light-years.
M81 was one of the first publicly-released datasets soon after Spitzers launch in August of 2003. On the occasion of Spitzers 16th anniversary this new image revisits this iconic object with extended observations and improved processing.
This Spitzer infrared image is a composite mosaic combining data from the Infrared Array Camera (IRAC) at wavelengths of 3.6/4.5 microns (blue/cyan) and 8 microns (green) with data from the Multiband Imaging Photometer (MIPS) at 24 microns (red).
The 3.6-micron near-infrared data (blue) traces the distribution of stars, although the Spitzer image is virtually unaffected by obscuring dust and reveals a very smooth stellar mass distribution, with the spiral arms relatively subdued.
As one moves to longer wavelengths, the spiral arms become the dominant feature of the galaxy. The 8-micron emission (green) is dominated by infrared light radiated by hot dust that has been heated by nearby luminous stars. Dust in the galaxy is bathed by ultraviolet and visible light from nearby stars. Upon absorbing an ultraviolet or visible-light photon, a dust grain is heated and re-emits the energy at longer infrared wavelengths. The dust particles are composed of silicates (chemically similar to beach sand), carbonaceous grains and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons and trace the gas distribution in the galaxy. The well-mixed gas (which is best detected at radio wavelengths) and dust provide a reservoir of raw materials for future star formation.
The 24-micron MIPS data (red) shows emission from warm dust heated by the most luminous young stars. The scattering of compact red spots along the spiral arms show where the dust is warmed to high temperatures near massive stars that are being born in giant H II (ionized hydrogen) regions.
Today's multi-bands, that are still on the market, tend to be similar, but much smaller.
My multiband portable had AM, Marine Band (just above AM and named that back then), FM, Short Wave for international broadcasts, VHF 1 and VHF 2 for police band and Aircraft band.
I lugged that big, but portable radio around with me from early high school in the 1970s to the mid 1980s. Till the band switches got so full of dust and corrosion that the radio stopped working. It has a removable cover/time zone map for the dial that I usually didn't take with me.
During my high school days, I would walk around Pullman carrying that radio. One time a car full of people slowed down as they passed me and someone yelled out the window, "what's the score?" The WSU Cougars were playing football and I had no idea the game was on. I didn't care much about sports anyway. I was listening to Radio Moscow on a Shortwave band. Not Moscow, Idaho. Moscow, USSR that is.
On another, I was listening to the police band. The dispatchers were talking to fire trucks that were headed out Valley Road to a fire. The folks in the truck kept calling back saying, "we don't see the fire yet." "How much farther out is it?"
Then the dispatcher came back on and said the caller called back embarrassed. It was the harvest moon rising in a field that looked like it was a fire.
My mom overheard those dispatches also and laughed saying, "It was the time Pullman Fire Department tried to put out the moon."
On another police band memory, I was sitting in tall grass near the high school tuning around to various things on my radio. A police car stopped on the road below and the officer walked through the grass to see if I was okay.
I said I was listening to the radio that had shortwave, police and so forth. He said, "I can help you tune in the police band." He used his portable radio to call the dispatcher for a "radio check."
The dispatcher put a tone on the channel and I tuned in that tone. Then the officer went back to his car and continued on his way.
More modern police scanners will scan pre tuned channels for activity. This radio had a regular radio dial. Tuning in the police wasn't that easy as one had to tune back and forth past the spot on the dial that the police used. Most of the time, it was quiet; especially in a small town.
When there was activity, then one could tune in on the frequency. The radio did have a squelch that was controlled by a dial to vary it's sensitivity. The squelch quieted static sound from the radio between transmissions.
When we visited my older sister, in Seattle, the police band was chattering all the time. Another busy police band signal, in Seattle, was a dispatch for taxi service.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
This is same as VEF Spidola 10, first version.
Radio with a solid build as the cabinet is made of heavy duty plastic, also that all electronic components/printed circuit are mounted on a structure, too heavy plastic, which itself contains the spaces to place six "D" batteries and which can be withdrawn easily by removing only four screws, the plastic tip of the telescopic antenna and the knob of rotary drum band selector.
It has ten socketed germanium transistors and all other electronic components are of high quality as well, so that required only internal cleansing of the on/off switch and the contacts of the rotary drum band selector to start operating again excellently.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Me and my mate spent hours listening to aircraft at brum with thease radios thay cost around 10 pounds to buy back in 1973 and thay still work to day but thay are hard to find now.........Good memories jim boot
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Casio calls this the "ultimate" watch, with all its bells and whistles I agree to some extent. This timepiece is one of the most advance watch there is. The specs are overwhelming and reading the three quarter inch manual is a must or else it'll take you while to learn all its useful features. Its a triple sensor with dedicated buttons for compass, barometer/thermometer and altimeter readings, no need to fiddle with the mode button. Except for thermometer i found all measurement functions pretty accurate. If you want to get correct temperature reading you have to remove watch from your wrist and wait for about twenty minutes before reading data. Battery is solar powered and will never need replacement, a feature that i wish other watchmaker like Sunnto, Garmin and Timex will adapt on their design. Another strong point is how the watch maintain its time accuracy, its multiband meaning it can synchronize or receive atomic time calibration signal not only in US but in 3 other atomic sites at different areas of the world namely Japan, Germany and England. If you are a diver or fisherman the added moon and tide data is really a great bonus something you will really appreciate when your out at sea or planning to sail, just specify date and voila you have current tide and moon phase in your chosen home/city. Casio created a winner on this one. IMHO it is "almost" perfect if only they can squeeze a GPS then I will agree this is the Ultimate watch.
Edited image from the ESA of a colorful part of the Small Magellanic Cloud.
Original caption: Exploring the colours of the Small Magellanic Cloud
Astronomical images often look like works of art. This picture of one of our nearest neighbouring galaxies, the Small Magellanic Cloud, is certainly no exception!
The scene is actually a collaboration between two cosmic artists — ESA’s Herschel space observatory and NASA’s Spitzer space telescope. The image is reminiscent of an artistic stipple or pointillist painting, with lots of small, distinct dots coming together to create a striking larger-scale view.
The colours within this image provide information about the temperature of the dust mixed with the gas throughout the galaxy. The slight green tint stretching towards the left of the frame and the red hue of the main body of the galaxy are from the Herschel observations, which highlight cold material, down to a chilly –260 degrees Celsius .
The brighter patches of blue were captured by Spitzer. These regions are made up of ‘warmer’ —about –150 degrees Celsius — gas and dust, and within some of these areas new stars are being born. These newborn stars in turn warm up their surroundings, resulting in intense clumps of heated gas and dust within the galaxy.
These clumps show up brightly in this image, tracing the shape of the galaxy clearly — the SMC is made up of a central ‘bar’ of star formation, visible on the right hand side, and then a more extended ‘wing’, stretching out towards the left of the frame.
Overall, the Small Magellanic Cloud is about 1/20th of the size of the Milky Way. It can be seen shining in the night sky of the southern hemisphere, and its brightest regions are easily visible to the naked eye. It is a satellite galaxy of our own — it orbits around the Milky Way along with its bigger companion, the Large Magellanic Cloud. These two galaxies have been extensively studied because of their proximity to us; astronomers can observe them relatively easily to explore how star formation and galactic evolution works in galaxies other than our own.
The data in this image are from Herschel’s Spectral and Photometric Imaging Receiver (SPIRE), Photodetector Array Camera and Spectrometer (PACS), and Spitzer’s Multiband Imaging Photometer (MIPS).
This image was previously published by NASA/JPL.
Credit: ESA/NASA/JPL-Caltech/STScI
Image source: www.flickr.com/photos/europeanspaceagency/16000111974/
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
NASA/JPL's Invisible Dragon
Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Penn State/DSS
A dragon-shaped cloud of dust seems to fly out from a bright explosion in this infrared light image (bottom) from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope, a creature that is entirely cloaked in shadow when viewed in visible part of the spectrum (top).
These are two composite astronomy photos processed by the University of California's Jet Propulsion laboratory (JPL). The infrared (IR) composite image at the bottom uses data from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope. The visible light composite image at the top is from the Digitized Sky Survey (DSS) from the UK Schmidt telescope.
www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/spitzer/multimedia/pia13239.html
www.jpl.nasa.gov/news/news.cfm?release=2010-225
NASA's Description of their Images
The infrared image has revealed that this dark cloud, called M17 SWex, is forming stars at a furious rate but has not yet spawned the most massive type of stars, known as O stars. Such stellar behemoths, however, light up the M17 nebula at the image's center and have also blown a huge "bubble" in the gas and dust that forms M17's luminous left edge.
The stars and gas in this region are now passing though the Sagittarius spiral arm of the Milky Way (moving from right to left), touching off a galactic "domino effect." The youngest episode of star formation is playing out inside the dusty dragon as it enters the spiral arm. Over time, this area will flare up like the bright M17 nebula to the left of the dragon, glowing in the light of young, massive stars. The remnants of an older burst of star formation blew the bubble in the region to the far left, called M17 EB.
The visible-light view of the area, at the top, clearly shows the bright M17 nebula, as well as the glowing hot gas filling the "bubble" to its left. However the M17 SWex "dragon" is hidden within dust clouds that are opaque to visible light. It takes an infrared view to catch the light from these shrouded regions and reveal the earliest stages of star formation.
The bottom image is a three-color composite that shows infrared observations from two Spitzer instruments. Blue represents 3.6-micron light and green shows light of 8 microns, both captured by Spitzer's infrared array camera. Red is 24-micron light detected by Spitzer's multiband imaging photometer. The top visible light image is a composite of visible-light data from the Digitized Sky Survey (DSS) from the UK Schmidt telescope. The image combines two observations that represent the blue and red light from the region.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Spc. Madison Nelson, 816 Military Police Company, completes a radio check on a multiband radio during a simulation exercise, August 19, 2022, Camp Grafton Training Center, Devils Lake, North Dakota. The competition tests soldier skills, tasks, and abilities. Winners will go on to compete in the 2023 Region VI Best Warrior Competition in the Spring. (U.S. Army National Guard photo by Staff Sgt. Brandi Schmidt, 116th Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
The Protrek PRW3000. I wanted to have a similar watch for a long time, but always they just missed the functions I wanted.
The Protrek has them all, so I pre-ordered one. I really think it is a great watch. It is slim, not too big, a nice soft color, light.
I'll definitely will also buy the PRX3000.
Sorry for the dust as I just made some quick photo's!!
U.S. 5TH FLEET AREA OF RESPONSIBILITY
(Oct. 17, 2014) U.S. Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Hunter A. Searles, right, a field radio operator with Battalion Landing Team 2nd Battalion, 1st Marines, 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit (MEU), and native of Commercial Point, Ohio, synchronizes an AN/PRC-152 handheld multiband radio as part of a communication check on the flight deck of the amphibious transport dock ship USS San Diego (LPD 22), Oct. 17. The 11th MEU and the San Diego are deployed with the Makin Island Amphibious Ready Group as a theater reserve and crisis response force throughout U.S. Central Command and the U.S. 5th Fleet area of responsibility. (U.S. Marine Corps photos by Gunnery Sgt. Rome M. Lazarus/ Released)
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
The infrared portrait of the Small Magellanic Cloud, taken by NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope, reveals the stars and dust in this galaxy as never seen before. The Small Magellanic Cloud is a nearby satellite galaxy to our Milky Way galaxy, approximately 200,000 light-years away.
The image shows the main body of the Small Magellanic Cloud, which is comprised of the "bar" and "wing" on the left and the "tail" extending to the right. The bar contains both old stars (in blue) and young stars lighting up their natal dust (green/red). The wing mainly contains young stars. The tail contains only gas, dust and newly formed stars. Spitzer data has confirmed that the tail region was recently torn off the main body of the galaxy. Two of the tail clusters, which are still embedded in their birth clouds, can be seen as red dots.
In addition, the image contains a galactic globular cluster in the lower left (blue cluster of stars) and emission from dust in our own galaxy (green in the upper right and lower right corners).
The data in this image are being used by astronomers to study the lifecycle of dust in the entire galaxy: from the formation in stellar atmospheres, to the reservoir containing the present day interstellar medium, and the dust consumed in forming new stars. The dust being formed in old, evolved stars (blue stars with a red tinge) is measured using mid-infrared wavelengths. The present day interstellar dust is weighed by measuring the intensity and color of emission at longer infrared wavelengths. The rate at which the raw material is being consumed is determined by studying ionized gas regions and the younger stars (yellow/red extended regions). The Small Magellanic Cloud, and its companion galaxy the Large Magellanic Cloud, are the two galaxies where this type of study is possible, and the research could not be done without Spitzer.
This image was captured by Spitzer's infrared array camera and multiband imaging photometer (blue is 3.6-micron light; green is 8.0 microns; and red is combination of 24-, 70- and 160-micron light). The blue color mainly traces old stars. The green color traces emission from organic dust grains (mainly polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons). The red traces emission from larger, cooler dust grains.
The image was taken as part of the Spitzer Legacy program known as SAGE-SMC: Surveying the Agents of Galaxy Evolution in the Tidally-Stripped, Low Metallicity Small Magellanic Cloud.
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Within the Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC), a nearby and irregularly-shaped galaxy seen in the Southern Hemisphere, lies a star-forming region heavily obscured by interstellar dust. NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope has used its infrared eyes to poke through the cosmic veil to reveal a striking nebula where the entire lifecycle of stars is seen in splendid detail.
The LMC is a small satellite galaxy gravitationally bound to our own Milky Way. Yet the gravitational effects are tearing the companion to shreds in a long-playing drama of 'intergalactic cannibalism.' These disruptions lead to a recurring cycle of star birth and star death.
Astronomers are particularly interested in the LMC because its fractional content of heavy metals is two to five times lower than is seen in our solar neighborhood. [In this context, 'heavy elements' refer to those elements not present in the primordial universe. Such elements as carbon, oxygen and others are produced by nucleosynthesis and are ejected into the interstellar medium via mass loss by stars, including supernova explosions.] As such, the LMC provides a nearby cosmic laboratory that may resemble the distant universe in its chemical composition.
This Spitzer image, which shows the wispy filamentary structure of Henize 206, is a four-color composite mosaic created by combining data from an infrared array camera (IRAC) at near-infrared wavelengths and the mid-infrared data from a multiband imaging photometer (MIPS). Blue represents invisible infrared light at wavelengths of 3.6 and 4.5 microns. Note that most of the stars in the field of view radiate primarily at these short infrared wavelengths. Cyan denotes emission at 5.8 microns, green depicts the 8.0 micron light, and red is used to trace the thermal emission from dust at 24 microns.
An inclined ring of emission dominates the central and upper regions of the image. This delineates a bubble of hot, x-ray emitting gas that was blown into space when a massive star died in a supernova explosion millions of years ago. The shock waves from that explosion impacted a cloud of nearby hydrogen gas, compressed it, and started a new generation of star formation. The death of one star led to the birth of many new stars. The ultraviolet and visible-light photons from the new stars are absorbed by surrounding dust and re-radiated at longer infrared wavelengths, where it is detected by Spitzer.
This emission nebula was cataloged by Karl Henize (HEN-eyes) while spending 1948-1951 in South Africa doing research for his Ph.D. dissertation at the University of Michigan. Henize later became a NASA astronaut and, at age 59, became the oldest rookie to fly on the Space Shuttle during an eight-day flight of the Challenger in 1985. He died just short of his 67th birthday in 1993 while attempting to climb the north face of Mount Everest, the world's highest peak.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
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My first look at a Royal Radio, if there's such a thing. No, those could not be stereo speakers, but there could be two mono speakers designed to provide more sound. Most likely made in the U.K. Obviously a multiband radio with several short wave bands and medium wave (remember, these were before AM and FM). Once upon a time, this piece of vacuum-tube electronics must have delivered news and entertainment to the members of the Nizam family.
6/21 update: Thanks to research by flickr friend Norbert, it has been established that the radio is a Grundig made in Germany! See crops added below (some of which required pixel expansion, so not very clear)
You can see all my photos from my visit to this place at my Chowmahalla Palace set.
Nikon D700 AF-S Nikkor 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 VR
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Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
This infrared image from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope shows the Helix nebula, a cosmic starlet often photographed by amateur astronomers for its vivid colors and eerie resemblance to a giant eye.
The nebula, located about 700 light-years away in the constellation Aquarius, belongs to a class of objects called planetary nebulae. Discovered in the 18th century, these cosmic butterflies were named for their resemblance to gas-giant planets.
Planetary nebulae are actually the remains of stars that once looked a lot like our sun.
When sun-like stars die, they puff out their outer gaseous layers. These layers are heated by the hot core of the dead star, called a white dwarf, and shine with infrared and visible-light colors. Our own sun will blossom into a planetary nebula when it dies in about five billion years.
In Spitzer's infrared view of the Helix nebula, the eye looks more like that of a green monster's. Infrared light from the outer gaseous layers is represented in blues and greens. The white dwarf is visible as a tiny white dot in the center of the picture. The red color in the middle of the eye denotes the final layers of gas blown out when the star died.
The brighter red circle in the very center is the glow of a dusty disk circling the white dwarf (the disk itself is too small to be resolved). This dust, discovered by Spitzer's infrared heat-seeking vision, was most likely kicked up by comets that survived the death of their star. Before the star died, its comets and possibly planets would have orbited the star in an orderly fashion. But when the star blew off its outer layers, the icy bodies and outer planets would have been tossed about and into each other, resulting in an ongoing cosmic dust storm. Any inner planets in the system would have burned up or been swallowed as their dying star expanded.
The Helix nebula is one of only a few dead-star systems in which evidence for comet survivors has been found.
This image is made up of data from Spitzer's infrared array camera and multiband imaging photometer. Blue shows infrared light of 3.6 to 4.5 microns; green shows infrared light of 5.8 to 8 microns; and red shows infrared light of 24 microns.
My newest acquisition for 2011. This set exceeded my expectations in terms of overall performance. It has a 2SK3737 FET RF amp after its front end coils which accounts for its very high sensitivity on shortwave. Main IC is a TA2003, audio is a TDA2822M. Operates on AC or 3 "D" size batteries; in-built voltage regulator minimizes frequency drift on power supply fluctuations. The built-in speaker delivers very balanced sound with a bit of bass. This is one great, very well-engineered receiver.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.
Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
news.bostonherald.com/entertainment/music/general/view/20...
By Jim Sullivan
Friday, November 19, 2010 - Updated 1 week ago
Billy Ruane was a whirlwind of energy, an avid music enthusiast and something of a madman. He was a galvanizing, if occasionally polarizing, figure on the Boston rock scene for three decades.
Ruane promoted shows and danced with reckless abandon all over town. At various times, he was banned from two of his favorite clubs, the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, for his over-the-top antics.
Wednesday night, the life of Ruane - who died from a heart attack last month at 52 - was celebrated at both clubs with a multiband concert.
He had planned a similar celebration for his Nov. 10 birthday. After his death, his longtime friend, singer Mary Lou Lord, organized an expanded gathering for an Irish wake-styled memorial. The local rock community made it a sellout. Lord predicted “chaos of epic proportions,” adding that “Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chaos there was. Not everything went off on time. But no matter. There was stirring music from longtime Ruane favorites like Willie Alexander, with his hypnotic, beat-infused piano-based songs; Chris Brokaw, with feedback-drenched electric guitar skronk; and Buffalo Tom, with infectious noise-pop. Ruane’s latest find, the young singer Aly Spaltro (also known as Lady Lamb the Beekeeper), delivered a closing segment of wrenching and soulful punk-blues.
Pat McGrath, Ruane’s adviser, emceed at the Middle East and paid tribute to his late friend, warts and all. Southie novelist Michael Patrick MacDonald read a passage based on an encounter with Ruane at a loft party in the ’80s. Though MacDonald’s rough upbringing was far different than Ruane’s life of privilege, they found common ground in punk rock - and liberation through music.
Early on, Randy Black played a tear-jerking version of the Beatles’ “In My Life” and recalled the multiple wet kisses Ruane would plant on him and everyone else. “He connected this community,” Black said. “There was glue in that spit.”
Peter Wolf did three songs, including a mournful “Start All Over Again.” “I’m talking about those good days, those sad days, those happy days,” Wolf sang in the coda. The sometime J. Geils Band singer recalled his first encounter with Ruane after a Geils gig. The dapper, suit-clad Ruane introduced himself before vomiting on Wolf. Nevertheless, a friendship formed, one based on a love of literature, poetry and music.
Ruane’s sister, Lili Ruane, took the stage at the Middle East several times. “You guys are his family,” she said. “You accepted him as he was. He was brilliant, a genius and expressive, as you know.”
The second time she spoke, her boyfriend Win Smith came out to propose as she held the brass urn that contained her brother’s ashes. She accepted. At night’s end, she tossed some of Billy’s ashes into the crowd. (Ultimately, his urn will reside at the Middle East.)
“I understood Billy’s role,” said Jon Langford, a Chicago-based Brit and longtime favorite of Ruane’s whose band Skull Orchard played a ripping set at T.T. the Bear’s. “Billy was a complete maverick, this strange weird thing, totally involved in music.”
Ruane was known for his support, emotional and financial, of numerous musicians. He loved many different kinds of music and that diversity was well represented onstage Wednesday.
“It was a great night,” said singer Linda Viens, who performed with Catherine Coleman. “Billy’s not gone. He lives on in the camaraderie, in the communion, in the great, majestic noise of rock ’n’ roll, and in the hearts of all those destined to love it and to play it.”
BILLY RUANE MEMORIAL
At the Middle East and T.T. the Bear’s Place, Cambridge, Wednesday night.