The guys name is Ray Lamontange and I found out about him through Carl Franklin's posting on his “encounter” or time spent with him. Ray's story is an interesting read. I found myself late one night, while on a business trip, reading and listening to this man's music. You won't understand this guy unless you read what other's and himself have wrote about him. He seems to be a star on the rise in the music industry - with his debut album recently released by RCA.
Ray LaMontagne was born in New Hampshire ("But we were just passing through," he points out), one of six kids from various fathers—all raised by their resourceful mom. His mother and father, a musician who now works in Nashville, split up soon after his birth ("I've talked to him for a total of about a minute and a half in 20 years," Ray says ruefully), and Mom went wherever she could put a roof over her children's heads—from Utah to Maine and points between, where they resided in an assortment of unusual domiciles: the backyards of his mother's friends, in cars and tents, a cinderblock shell on a Tennessee horse ranch, a New Hampshire chicken coop. Ray was always the new kid in school—"and I had this nose when I was like 10," he says, laughing softly, "so you can imagine. It was tough.