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Tribute to Billy Ruane a rocking affair
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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.
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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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.
Tech Sgt. Jessica Rios, 87th Logistics Readiness Squadron, Equipment Element NCOIC checks serial numbers on a PRC 1174-Multiband Multisession Man Pack radio on Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst, New Jersey, September 25, 2019. Rios was recently STEP(EXPLAIN WHAT STEP IS) promoted for her exceptional work performance maintaining 157 Equipment Element accounts for the entire joint base. (U.S. Air Force photo by Jessica Blair)
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.
Another shot of my antenna/tower. 4 el on 6 meters, 9 el on 2 meters. Various VHF/UHF antennas. Multiband 130ft dipole, fed with 300 ohm twinlead.
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.
ARABIAN GULF (March 3, 2015) Lance Cpl. Shaun Engram, left, a field radio operator with Headquarters and Service Company, teaches Lance Cpl. Davis Glass, center, a rifleman with Kilo Company, Battalion Landing Team 3rd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, how to use 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)
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!!
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.
Pan Crusader 8000 receiver. Never reached the US market, having received poor reviews. In reality, performance is quite decent across the entire MW-through-UHF frequency range covered. A very unique wideband receiver, really several radios in one housing.
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!!
Spc. Gabrielle Horne (right,) a signal support specialist assigned to Regimental Headquarters and Headquarters Troop, Regimental Support Squadron, 2nd Cavalry Regiment, shows Soldiers from the German Signal Team, Reconnaissance Battalion, 12th Panzerbrigade, how to operate a AN/PRC-117F (C) Multiband Radio during a demonstration between allied partners at Rose Barracks, Germany, Apr. 13, 2016. Both, U.S. and German Troops, were conducting compatability tests using a NATO Key, which will link allied nations together via communications during Exercise Saber Strike '16. (U.S. Army photo by Spc. Sarah-Jane Guest)
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 titanium version of the PRW3000. First I bought the 'normal' version and now the titanium. I really like this watch. It has a lot of functions and wears very comfortabel.
If I would ever end up on a deserted island this is the watch I would like to wear.
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.
Kaleidoscopic image of a Spitzer Space Telescope image of part of a nebula in Orion.
Original caption: This image from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope shows infant stars "hatching" in the head of the hunter constellation, Orion. Astronomers suspect that shockwaves from a supernova explosion in Orion's head, nearly three million years ago, may have initiated this newfound birth.
The region featured in this Spitzer image is called Barnard 30. It is located approximately 1,300 light-years away and sits on the right side of Orion's head, just north of the massive star Lambda Orionis.
Wisps of green in the cloud are organic molecules called polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs). PAHs are formed anytime carbon-based materials are burned incompletely. On Earth, they can be found in the sooty exhaust from automobile and airplane engines. They also coat the grills where charcoal-broiled meats are cooked.
Tints of orange-red in the cloud are dust particles warmed by the newly forming stars. The reddish-pink dots at the top of the cloud are very young stars embedded in a cocoon of cosmic gas and dust. Blue spots throughout the image are background Milky Way along this line of sight.
This composite includes data from Spitzer's infrared array camera instrument, and multiband imaging photometer instrument. Light at 4.5 microns is shown as blue, 8.0 microns is green, and 24 microns is red.
Revival of ATS-404
much functions than ATS-909X but SSB
*selectable bandwidth on each band
*Battery charger
*AUX-IN
*signal level
*Squelch
*Soft mute
* AGC control
*adjustable RF gain
* clock alignment by RDS CT
* Improved speaker and double output power 0.8W
*brighter White LCD back light
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!!
Edited Spitzer Space Telescope image of the supernova remnant G54.1+0.3.
Image source: www.spitzer.caltech.edu/news/2121-ssc2018-16-Exploding-St...
Original caption: This image of supernova remnant G54.1+0.3 includes radio, infrared and X-ray light.
The saturated yellow point at the center of the image indicates strong X-ray source at the center of the supernova remnant. This is an incredibly dense object called a neutron star, which can form as a star runs out of fuel to keep it inflated, and the unsupported material collapses down on to the star's core. G54.1+0.3 contains a special type of neutron star called a pulsar, which emits particularly bright radio and X-ray emissions.
The blue and green emissions show the presence of dust, including silica.
The red hues correspond to radio data from the Karl G. Jansky Very Large Array; green corresponds to 70 m wavelength infrared light from the European Space Agency's Herschel Space Observatory; blue corresponds to 24 m wavelength infrared light from the Multiband Imaging Photometer (MIPS) instrument on NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope; yellow corresponds to X-ray data from the Chandra X-ray Observatory.
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!!
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!!
This is same as VEF Spidola 10, first versión.
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.
Looking like a pair of eyeglasses only a rock star would wear, this nebula brings into focus a murky region of star formation. NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope exposes the depths of this dusty nebula with its infrared vision, showing stellar infants that are lost behind dark clouds when viewed in visible light.
Best known as Messier 78, the two round greenish nebulae are actually cavities carved out of the surrounding dark dust clouds. The extended dust is mostly dark, even to Spitzer's view, but the edges show up in mid-wavelength infrared light as glowing red frames surrounding the bright interiors. Messier 78 is easily seen in small telescopes to the naked eye in the constellation of Orion, just to the northeast of Orion's belt, but looks strikingly different, with dominant, dark swaths of dust. Spitzer's infrared eyes penetrate this dust, revealing the glowing interior of the nebulae.
The light from young, newborn stars are starting to carve out cavities within the dust, and eventually, this will become a larger nebula like the "green ring" imaged by Spitzer www.spitzer.caltech.edu/news/1287.
A string of baby stars that have yet to burn their way through their natal shells can be seen as red pinpoints on the outside of the nebula. Eventually these will blossom into their own glowing balls, turning this two-eyed eyeglass into a many-eyed monster of a nebula.
This is a three-color composite that shows infrared observations from two Spitzer instruments. Blue represents 3.6- and 4.5-micron light and green shows light of 5.8 and 8 microns, both captured by Spitzer's infrared array camera. Red is 24-micron light detected by Spitzer's multiband imaging photometer.
The titanium version of the PRW3000. First I bought the 'normal' version and now the titanium. I really like this watch. It has a lot of functions and wears very comfortabel.
If I would ever end up on a deserted island this is the watch I would like to wear.
NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope has captured an image of an unusual comet that experiences frequent outbursts, which produce abrupt changes in brightness. Periodic comet Schwassmann-Wachmann I (P/SW-1) has a nearly circular orbit just outside that of Jupiter, with an orbital period of 14.9 years. It is thought that the outbursts arise from the build-up of internal gas pressure as the heat of the Sun slowly evaporates frozen carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide beneath the blackened crust of the comet nucleus. When the internal pressure exceeds the strength of the overlying crust, a rupture occurs, and a burst of gas and dust fragments is ejected into space at speeds of 450 miles per hour (200 meters per second).
This 24-micron image of P/SW-1 was obtained with Spitzer's multiband imaging photometer. The image shows thermal infrared emission from the dusty coma and tail of the comet. The nucleus of the comet is about 18 miles (30 kilometers) in diameter and is too small to be resolved by Spitzer. The micron-sized dust grains in the coma and tail stream out away from the Sun. The dust and gas comprising the comet's nucleus is part of the same primordial materials from which the Sun and planets were formed billions of years ago. The complex carbon-rich molecules they contain may have provided some of the raw materials from which life originated on Earth.
Schwassmann-Wachmann 1 is thought to be a member of a relatively new class of objects called "Centaurs," of which 45 objects are known. These are small icy bodies with orbits between those of Jupiter and Neptune. Astronomers believe that Centaurs are recent escapees from the Kuiper Belt, a zone of small bodies orbiting in a cloud at the distant reaches of the solar system.
Two asteroids, 1996 GM36 (left) and 5238 Naozane (right) were serendipitously captured in the comet image. Because they are closer to us than the comet and have faster orbital velocities, they appear to move relative to the comet and background stars, thereby producing a slight elongated appearance. The Spitzer data have allowed astronomers to use thermal measurements, which reduce the uncertainties of visible-light albedo (reflectivity) measurements, to determine their size. With radii of 1.4 and 3.0 kilometers, these are the smallest main-belt asteroids yet measured by infrared means.
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!!
Edited Spitzer Space Telescope PR image of the Cepheus C and Cepheus B region and associated nebula. Annotation by NASA.
Image source: photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/catalog/PIA23126
Original caption: This image was compiled using data from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope using the Infrared Array Camera (IRAC) and the Multiband Imaging Photometer (MIPS) during Spitzer's "cold" mission, before the spacecraft's liquid helium coolant ran out in 2009. The colors correspond with IRAC wavelengths of 3.6 microns (blue), 4.5 microns (cyan) and 8 microns (green), and 24 microns (red) from the MIPS instrument.
The green-and-orange delta filling most of this image is a nebula, or a cloud of gas and dust. This region formed from a much larger cloud of gas and dust that has been carved away by radiation from stars.
The bright region at the tip of the nebula is dust that has been heated by the stars' radiation, which creates the surrounding red glow. The white color is the combination of four colors (blue, green, orange and red), each representing a different wavelength of infrared light, which is invisible to human eyes.
The massive stars illuminating this region belong to a star cluster that extends above the white spot.
On the left side of this image, a dark filament runs horizontally through the green cloud. A smattering of baby stars (the red and yellow dots) appear inside it. Known as Cepheus C, the area is a particularly dense concentration of gas and dust where infant stars form. This region is called Cepheus C because it lies in the constellation Cepheus, which can be found near the constellation Cassiopeia. Cepheus-C is about 6 light-years long, and lies about 40 light-years from the bright spot at the tip of the nebula.
The small, red hourglass shape just below Cepheus C is V374 Ceph. Astronomers studying this massive star have speculated that it might be surrounded by a nearly edge-on disk of dark, dusty material. The dark cones extending to the right and left of the star are a shadow of that disk.
The smaller nebula on the right side of the image includes a blue star crowned by a small, red arc of light. This "runaway star" is plowing through the gas and dust at a rapid clip, creating a shock wave or "bow shock" in front of itself.
Some features identified in the annotated image are more visible in the IRAC data alone, found here.
The Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, manages the Spitzer Space Telescope mission for NASA's Science Mission Directorate in Washington. Science operations are conducted at the Spitzer Science Center at Caltech in Pasadena. Space operations are based at Lockheed Martin Space Systems in Littleton, Colorado. Data are archived at the Infrared Science Archive housed at IPAC at Caltech. Caltech manages JPL for NASA.
For more information on Spitzer, visit:
www.nasa.gov/spitzer and www.spitzer.caltech.edu/
Image Credit:
NASA/JPL-Caltech
Image Addition Date:
2019-05-30
The titanium version of the PRW3000. First I bought the 'normal' version and now the titanium. I really like this watch. It has a lot of functions and wears very comfortabel.
If I would ever end up on a deserted island this is the watch I would like to wear.
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.
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!!
Stitched Panorama
Fiona's Tale - Spiderman 4
- Rehearsal runs by the stunt doubles (I counted about 6 of them)
Location:
New York City - Manhattan
133rd West & 12 ave. Next to Hudson River Cafe by the Hudson River
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 microns; green shows infrared light of 5.8 microns; and red shows infrared light of 24 microns.
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!!