Birth date: Sep 7, 1970 Death date: Sep 30, 2019
Patrick Joseph Ryan, 49, DeBary FL. Passed away peacefully on Monday, September 30, 2019. Pat was born September 7, 1970 in Red Bank New Jersey. Pat grew up in Brick and Toms River and attended Toms River High School East graduat Read Obituary
To my best friend and the love of my life my brother RYAN STEVEN PATRICK from cheetaha
I was not a childhood friend of Pat's but years ago I hung out with Pat, Kyle, Pete, Bill W. and Krebs among others in NJ. Those were great times in my life. A lot of laughs and beers. I remember that Pat was a great musician and he often made fun of the music I listened to because it wasn't Rush. He was really a great guy and it hit me hard when I heard he passed away. Condolences to your family. RIP Pat Ryan. I hope GOD is a big RUSH fan.
Don Gahagan. .
I met Pat about 25 years ago and have stayed in touch ever since. Pat's been a good friend for a long time and I will certainly miss our conversations. I still can't listen to a Rush song without thinking of him, although, despite his best efforts, he was never able to convince me to become a fan!
Some of my best memories of Pat are from when Kyle, Chris, Pat and I lived at a now infamous apartment compound in Seaside Heights. Pat and I also worked together building pools and had a lot of laughs along the way. If we only had cell phones with cameras back then!
Just before Pat moved to Florida, he and I went to Woodstock '99. Despite the fact that we lost our tents (along with the car keys) within an hour of our arrival and it took about 22 hours to find them again, we had a blast. (In our defense, we had the same tents as about 150,000 other people) To this day, that weekend remains one of the best of my life.
Thanks for the memories and for being a friend, Pat. I'll miss you.
Scott B.
Loving, smart, unique, funny, but enough about Seabass, let's talk about you; my friend, my brother. You were as honest, caring, and sincere, as you were sarcastic, funny, and talented. Your friendship was built on a foundation of good times, with a landscape of laughter, friends, and music. I was never not impressed with your musical ability, and for me, you remain the guy by which all other guitarists are measured. And while YOU were so often critical on you, we watched and listened in awe. From bands with Jenn, Pete, Kurt, the oldies band, and onto...the Hosers. Where else could our awful senses of humour shine, while being meticulous about the music? I smile thinking about it, as in our phone calls hearing you say how much fun the times were, and how two lunatics really played like a pretty good band! And, "You should move down here, eh! We'll put the Hosers back together!" That was one of the brightest places in life for me too, and is something I hold high in pride, and privileged in having been half. It was almost scary that I might change a lyric on the fly, and you could literally finish my line. All we did was play our best and laugh our loudest; bars, biker parties, weddings, 11 hour St. Patrick's Day show at Klee's in Seaside! What the Hell? Wasn't there supposed to be...a reunion? I thought we were gonna play like, what..40 and 50 seat arenas!?(I know you'd appreciate the joke.)
When we weren't hanging out at Kreb's place, how many times did we sit in my Mum's kitchen with beers and the Fats Domino 8-track on loop, nonstop??? Oh, if you are somewhere seeing this, and you see my dad, would you tell him thanks again for taking us to see Fats Domino? And don't forget, Seabass likes a beer on his birthday. Please give the Bass a fist bump/paw bump for me.
You were so rational and meticulous on doing things right and being your best at it, yet your demons were a bigger, more relentless, and ever haunting foe. I get it; I don't like it, but I get it. I, as many, only wish I would've noticed the recent significance with better vision. For that I am sorry.
Lastly, as I see these pics and and understand the reality, it feels like half my soul has left the stage. I'll continue to play Hoser classics that few bands play(Come Dancing, Abracadabra, Hold The Line, Breakup Song, New World Man, and IRISH SONGS), because that was part of the charm.
With a heavy heart,
Take off, eh!
My beautiful, crazy, smart, witty, inappropriate, hysterical baby brother. My favorite sibling, and friend.
I’m lost on this earth without you. “I Love You Man” Rest peacefully, we will meet again ❤️
Rather than send flowers, I made a donation in memory of Pat to the Southeast Volusia Humane Society. I googled animal rescues near him and this one seemed nice. They will place a brick with his name engraved on their walkway. I'll share a picture when it's done.
I've got so many silly, ridiculous, happy memories. Some of them include Pat wearing Kyle's mother's tea cozy on his head. Thanks for the laughs and good times. You were one of a kind.
Pat was such a big part of my life growing up. We spent so much time hanging out, playing in bands together, going to concerts. So much music. Always music.
We were high school friends, had a great gang of guys (and girls), we all were like a second family. How many nights did we spend at Kreb’s house! Lots of laughs, getting into trouble when we could, an occasional lawn gnome, but mostly laughs. We were classmates in Philly, carpooling almost daily, then roommates in Florida....literally in the same room. I can remember his side of the room. Guitars, an amp and a bed. What else did you need?
He was an incredible musician. Early on, memories of all the nights in a friends garage or in my basement rehearsing for an upcoming show (and when I say show, I mean a battle of the bands or some other sponsored event) but to us it was the biggest thing ever. We were all going to be stars. How could we not be.
Later I enjoyed going to his and Kyle’s shows. Always a great time. His on-mic banter was hilarious because you never knew what would come out of his mouth. Those two guys fed off each other and it was like watching a comedy duo sometimes.......but with the musical chops to make it all legit. Who could forget such hits as, “I wanna hold your clam”. Classic
So many good memories it would take pages to list them all.
Only wish I spent more time as we got older. Made more of an effort. It was easy to use busy work schedules or geography as an excuse for me not connecting, but the reality is sometimes a phone call is all you need.
RIP Pat Ryan
My deepest sympathy to all of Pat’s family and friends. He was one of my cousins and such a handsome young man. I enjoyed his guitar creations and stories of his dog Jack on facebook. Here are a couple of pics of memories from happier times of the family gathering for the Perry’s anniversary. We were all together on a Riverboat cruise down the Manasquan river. Not sure of the year. Love to all, Diane O’Connor
