My name is Bill Ray and I do a lot of things. Having been raised within a creative arts environment (Father being a Master Photographer/all around DIY wizard and my Mother a Master Photographer and graphic artist) found myself becoming somewhat of an Autodidact with the ability to "figure stuff out".
I create websites and "interesting content" in the digital and musical realms.
When I was a child, my world was surrounded by books due to the fact that my Grandfather was a book salesman. There were complete sets; all the cool Time-Life series that were being released back in the 1970’s routinely made it through his office and as a result I was exposed to many educational opportunities.
One book that I remembered was pertaining to “Correlation” and the fact that through steps or degrees of separation one element could be connected to another seemingly unrelated. For instance- one would never think to bridge a painting with a drum beat because a painting is visual and a drum beat is something you hear.(33)
"Codex Tempore" is a musical collaboration that began between drummer Bill Ray in San Diego / Seattle and Tobias Weber in Germany. The tunes are composed from Bill Ray's extemporaneous drum performances ergo "Rhythmic Sketches". Says BR- "I play to a song in my head which is more of a "tuneless whistle", and Tobias comes up with things that make sense musically".(93)
"We take shitty songs and elevate them while we drag great tunes down a few notches and smash 'em all together..."
As of right now, I am a ghost on social media. My Facebook account, all 5000 friends and upwards of 2700 followers is now dark. So is my Twitter. Instagram? I was never really a user, although my account is floating around and I'll probably go turn that one off now that I think about it. Snapchat? Ugh. WHY. I never got that "hip". To me, it's just another way for someone to half-heartedly say "I messaged you on [insert social network here], and never heard back from you..." But it matters not, because my life is now rid of the divisive and frustrating entity that was, for a decade the start and finish of every one of my days and all points in between.(222)