Saturday, June 28, 2014


     A neighboring undiscovered moon has been sending backwards messages to our planet for the last 48 hours. That's right Nick Nolte and Eddie Murphy, 48 hours. After a sudden jolt in the space and time continuum, the relocation of Jupiter's axis has drastically been altered. The intense and violent destruction has revealed a moon never known to exist.
     After deciphering these messages we have come to the conclusion that a disturbance, due to the extreme emotional discharge from our planet, has toppled the controlling power of the lights glow from within the planets surface. A sudden danger to our universe lurks in the balance of regulating good and evil. The Dark Lord has been finding new ways to gain temporary control of our most precious emotions and turn them against us. We must gather our thoughts of peace, love and tranquility. Hatred will only feed the dark forces that enable the tools of destruction to infiltrate our world. Let your mind take you to that place of solace before it is to late.
     No folks! This ain't no superhero crap. This is real.
     The tiny moon known now as Palindromiter has released this warning. " Palindromiter's exulted ruler has changed his androgenic mind yet again. Twice his countercultural greed driven sect, has divinely overridden the rights of all, to truly and with sweet denile, question what is obviously backwards.
      So for better or for reverse, you may kiss your ass goodbye if you don't take head to this warning. Mellow out. Don't be so uptight. Wave with a smile at the guy that just cut you off. Throw an apple to a homeless sign holder. Asian and Mexican women aren't that bad of drivers, as long as your brakes are working. Right? Just pay better attention when you see one behind the wheel. May these simple examples help steer you in the right direction and to a better day in the neighborhood.

       You've been fair warned, my friends         Wizzzmo

Thursday, June 26, 2014


     I was waiting for the sun to touch me, when you said "hello....I love you, won't you tell me your name?"
     Indian summer had come and gone, like our love.
     People are strange, but you were a wild child and I was a back door man.
     You.... The L.A. women who could light my fire and keep it burning, till the end of the night. Love me two times baby, love me twice today. Join me in my Spanish caravan, as I take you on a moonlight drive down love street.
     You make me real, but waiting for the sun to shine, is like being on board a ship of fools, who's only hope, is the cry," land ho!" There's no land. There's no light. They've been floating for a long time in their crystal ship, Fragile to the storm that would bring the end of the night to an unknown soldier. Not to touch the earth, or to see the sun, his odds of survival, five to one.
     Yes, this is the end. Though riders on the storm we weren't. I still loved her madly and when the music's over and we run for cover in the raging storm, with thunder and lightning flashing, there she will be. My eyes have seen you. I can see your face in my mind. An easy ride. My wild love, queen of the highway, on dawn's highway bleeding, amidst a crawling king snake. What a blue Sunday.
     So, awake! You angels and sailors. Curses, invocations, the world's on fire. Lament. Strange days will follow, till we brake on through to the other side. So while we're waiting for the sun, let's get our kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames. Light a fire for Jim, for we are stoned, immaculate, just waiting for the end to come.
     This is the end.
         My only friend, the end.
     I used 43 titles from the Doors song-list to complete this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.

     Keep your fire lit, my friends

Monday, June 16, 2014


    I figured this girl was still pretty dumb, when I told her I was so happy to see her after all of these years, that I was ecstatic. She then backed off of a loving hug, thinking she was gonna get a shock if she touched me. Pretty dingy, I was disappointed, but when she turned to leave the room and I yelled to her " don't to leave the door ajar," she then yelled back," what do ya want me to leave it?" I was done with this joke of an old girl friend. After all, finding a dark spot on her past was somewhat enlightening. But that dark spot on her ass?......I don't know. Don't you love her as she's walking out the door?
     Daily blogs are like floating logs. Sometimes they just drift away, sometimes to distant shores, sometimes they open doors, the door's ajar, the jar it sits, do you know how many jelly beans it fits?
      So," rise to vote, sir."" Never odd or even"
      May your vote be cast!
      May all for one and one for all,
      be, for all and not, for one.
      So you mellow down easy, you've got to
       mellow down easy, you got to mellow down easy
        when you really want to blow your top
Just the other day I was wanting to get some concert tickets to see Steely Dan. My friend told me that they were all sold out, but that he would be able to get some tickets from a scalper. I was shocked to hear what pretentious prejudicial vomit spewed from his foul mouth. I immediately and firmly corrected him and said," they're not scalpers,.... they're called Native Americans.

    Stay happy my friends           Wizzzmo

Saturday, June 14, 2014


       I had just turned 23 years old and was still in Yonkers working for my Dad's Waterproofing Co. My spontaneous trip to Santa Fe, that I had made about a year ago, by airplane, was teasing my imagination and egging my spirit on to take another road trip out west. Work was slow and my Dad laid me off. I was now eligible to collect unemployment and a road trip beckoned at my heals. I found out, that you could just stop in any unemployment office and grab a courtesy claim form, which you would then fill out the ten places you looked for work in the past two weeks, (the nearest phone book was handy) then turn it in and you'd be done and on your way to the next town. Sweet! Getting paid while cruising the U.S.A. I was living the hippie dream. Every two weeks, I would stop in a different town, fill out the form, then drop it off and be on my merry way. Coming from New York gave me the hustler's edge and with cash coming in, I was unstoppable. My street musicianship worked rather well in the rustic Santa Fe Plaza and served as a financial mecca for me, allowing me to make a few coins and occasionally some greenbacks. This hustle, was there for me on a daily basis.
       I had been to Santa Fe before by airplane, just to surprise a lady friend and while visiting, got to know a few of her fellow students and friends over the two weeks that I had stayed with her. This would be key, in getting my own room at the College Of Santa Fe. This guy named Tito, who I partied with a year ago, was now the proctor at one of the dorm buildings, where there was a vacant room that no one occupied. This became my room. Awesome! The school was not quite in session yet and only a few early comers populated the grounds. The sunsets were visually stunning and the pinks and oranges that were cast on the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, were lingeringly mystifying and tranquilizing to my soul. This time of the day was sacred to me and my way of life. Many evenings I would play meditative flute music to enhance my day ending experience with the setting sun, while giving thanks for the fading day and the oncoming night. I slipped away to many places in my mind during these moments and was now refocusing my thoughts on the blond that had just entered my distant blurry encompassing vision. With a squint of my eyes, I noticed that about 200 feet away, was a pretty girl walking my way, slowly getting closer and closer. Like my flute wielding hero, Ian Anderson, of Jethro Tull. I too, was standing on one leg, with my other foot propped up against my knee. I was trying to hold my pose and be impressive, like guys do, as I played on. Closer and closer she came. She was coming right at me now. My magical spellbinding notes had drawn her seductively to my lust driven lair, when our eyes first met, we both knew what had to be done. We informally introduced ourselves, then hopped in my van and were off like two heat seeking missiles to the ski basin, where we would consummate our provocative meeting by doing the wild thing in the back of my van at 9,000 feet. My confidence grew even more, Now I had a girl friend, my own room,..... and oh yea!, Lisa was also a vegetarian and her cafeteria card was easy to counterfeit. So we removed her name and replaced it with mine, in which now it would be put to good use. This was getting sweeter and sweeter.
       We joined a hiking club in which we would be hiking every Sunday, in high elevations, sometimes as high as 10,000 feet. We both loved to smoke weed and would smoke even while hiking strenuously in the thin high mountain air. I was in great shape in those days. We usually hiked around 15 miles and stayed stoned all the time. She would also out smoke me all the time and my stash didn't last very long. What a toker.
        Weeks would unfold and my unemployment checks had still not arrived back at my parent's house. Playing music and hustling at the plaza wasn't cutting it and New York State Unemployment was not in any hurry to send checks to a new claim, so I needed to accelerate my hustle, or catch a break somehow along life's path. Everything seemed to be fitting together so well that it was only a matter of time before I would be back on top. This was my mind set, after all, I now had a girlfriend, my own room, free food and a good pot connection. I didn't want to push my luck at this college, so I went over to St. John's College and talked them into letting me throw a concert in their auditorium, featuring me of coarse, a well known musician from back east, touring out west for the first time. This was my story and it worked. I then made posters that I passed out and put on cars, so I may get some action. I charged $3 and about thirty students showed. Not bad for three days off the cuff. But still not enough to sustain my habits.
        Sunday found me and my squeeze hiking up Glorieta Baldy Mt. Another high elevation climb. While on the tail end of our hike we came across a large roll of uninsulated copper wire that was just kinda leaning up against a tree, with no workers around. I'm not a thief at heart, but leaving it would have been heartbreaking in my poor economic state, so we rolled it to the van and were guiltily off to cash in our bounty. The next day we found out that the 80 lb. copper wire was worth $45 at a junk yard. We cashed it in and although my heart was guilt ridden, I had just lined my pocket with some much needed cash.
        It was Monday morning and classes were back in session. I even went to a class now and then, to keep the facade of being a legitimate student going. I was with Lisa, in one of her classes, studying cave dwellings near Bandelier National Monument, when a forest fire broke out nearby. They needed all the help they could get, so I was forced into volunteering to fight these fires. They said I would get paid and off I went to move the line back. The experience was dangerous, but I was a great help in getting the fire under control. They returned me to Santa Fe and to my waiting girlfriend, Lisa. I was gone for two days and man was I tired. I just passed out and rested my tired bones for a while.
       The weekend was now upon us and the black dudes in the other dorm were having a card game. Like the sound of trumpets to my ear, I was off to gamble with the enemy. The game they were playing was called guts. I had never played this game before, but could instantly figure out that these guys were bad gamblers and easy money was waiting to be won. I was a natural at this game and after a few grueling hours, I had won everyone's money and they even owed our dorm a keg. Heck, I even loaned out some cash, feeling sorry for those nice guys that gave me all their money.
        Amazingly enough, my unemployment checks finally arrived after 11 weeks. I was getting tired of my college scam and Lisa and I both were ready to move on from our wild fling, when I told her I was going to go to Oregon. We had a great run and lots of fun but it was time to boogie. I had just found out that my Brewster bud, Diane, was living around Portland and I was pumped to catch up with her, so off I went. Eleven weeks at $95 a week, gave me a nice comfortable bankroll, so I could rent a place when I arrived at what would become my home base for years to come. I said my goodbyes to Lisa and thanked Tito for the awesome room he so kindly provided for me to use.
         Santa Fe was a great stopover for me in years to come. Fiesta, the Sangre de Cristo Mts., the magnificent art, the history, the college, that I so boldly attended. These memories along with many other momentous occasions that I was lucky enough to experience, seemed to magically unfolded like a fairytale for me, in The Land Of Enchantment. Santa Fe will leave many happy imprints in my brain, I was young and life's wonders were at my fingertips and I made sure that I grabbed my share of them and am so glad that I was able to share these fond memories with you and in turn relive one of my life's favorite adventures.

        Take life with a grain my friends         Wizzzmo

Monday, June 9, 2014


     That's right! It's here! Just go to the VIDEO gallery and catch Wizzzmo's Grammed Floral Extravaganga Parade, from May 29th at Alberta Street's Last Thursday. That's the best, in this part of the galaxy.

       Don't miss this my fiends         wizzzmo

Saturday, June 7, 2014


   So after our second cosmic intervention, we headed north to Santa Cruz, where I visited his family, including their new born child, which was my reason for this amazing trek that had catapulted my reality into the twilight zone. I was always a road warrior and had never married or had kids, so being with my friend Fingers and his loving family, was a nice homey feeling. You may no longer have a family, but "ain't it good to know, you've got a friend, oh ain't it good to know, you've got a friend." If I could only say his new born was named Baby James, it would be appropriate, but that was his first child's name.(Thanks To James Taylor For All His Beautiful Lyrics)
    It was time to get back to Oregon and the road beckoned my call. We said our sad goodbyes and with a few strong hugs to get me down the road, me and my dog Kid, were off on a new adventure into the unknown. What fabulous and remarkably mysterious vortexes might lye in store for me and my friend to seek out and enjoy, I could only wonder and after what I had just experienced, anything goes. Life's apparitions may appear as a puff of smoke, but when the smoke clears and your eyes decide, just what is real and what is an illusion, then that's the time that conciseness and clarity appear to be most haziest, yet reality is at it's purest. Somewhat confusing, trying to put this phenomena into words. Oh well....
     You may capture what was meant to be on my C.D. STORYLAND. My vision and the magic that came to be, in my greatest musical achievement, can now be yours. This C.D. is not just any C.D. If you read the two previous stories, you'd realize that the electrifying collaboration of Raymo and Fingers could light up Las Vegas, or even the dark side of the moon. We do so on 9 of the 14 tunes on my C.D. The music melts in you mouth. You may go to the MUSIC page for song samples or directly to the STORE and order your C.D. today.
      So thanks for your interest in my favorite stories and I hope that I perked your interest in my C.D.

      Keep smiling my friends                Wizzzmo

Monday, June 2, 2014


     So when we last left our heroes, an amazing occurrence beyond definition, reunited two musical forces that would forever be in touch and never lose track of each other again. I traveled allot, following various poker tournaments around the country, but now every time I would be going from Oregon to Los Angeles, I'd be stopping in Santa Cruz for a few days to play marvelous music with my virtuoso friend Fingers. We'd play downtown, by the lighthouse, at various friend's houses, anywhere they would let us, we could not get enough of our natural fit. I always looked forward to our next meeting, knowing some day that we would meld our talents together and record our musical wizardry for the world to here.
     The new millennium would find me primed and ready to finally record my long awaited first CD. I had invested a large chunk of cash, in a limited liability corporation that showed much promise. I even opened up for a Save The Music fund raiser for VH1, amongst other great gigs that were centered around the Phoenix area. Things were going great, the first three months of recording found me in a new environment. I had never realized the work and precision it took to record my first tracks, but I stuck with my vision, till I lost steam with only seven guitar and vocal tracks recorded. I needed a break and took a half a year off to regain my momentum and my vision. During this time my friend Fingers and his wife Chris, were having another child and it was time to go back to Oregon, as being in Phoenix for so long was getting to me. I decided to go to Oceanside, California, and then, after a few days, work my way up the coast to Santa Cruz, where I would visit my friends and congratulate them on their newly born son.
      I leisurely took my time and was passing through Laguna Beach, when I spotted a bead store. I had been collecting old rare trade beads and was always exploring new bead shops that I had never been to. So like a pirate seeking treasure, I pulled my ship off the road, to see what delights awaited me and my crew. I was traveling with my dog friend, Kid, who also was wanting to stop for her own reasons. I ravaged the trade bead case and found many rare and unusual beads, some being highly collectible, 400-500 year old specimens of chevrons. Chevrons, that had been formed and designed, mainly by the Dutch and Italians, hundreds of years ago. I made a fairly large purchase, so as to add these rare treasures to my booty, but it was now time to get back on the road.
      I stood outside for awhile and was noticing how the hillside reminded me of this reoccurring dream that I often had. The plush green landscape and the one story houses, all lined up on top of each other, was just like a dream that I had dreamed many times. I decided to follow my dream and see where it would lead me. I started going up the hillside, observing the beautiful overgrowth, just like my dream. The houses, the lush plant growth and the beautiful sunny day, made for a nice afternoon interlude, but it was time to get back to the highway and continue my trip north to see Fingers' and Chris's new son. I zigzagged through the labyrinth of alleys and small streets and was one block away from the 101north, when I came to a stop sign. I came to a full stop by a laundromat and was ready to take off, when to my left I heard someone say, " Ray!" I turned my head and to my phantasmagorical amazement, my focus unveiled my eternal, cosmic, musical counterpart, FINGERS! Words cannot describe the shock and awe that had just entered my realm of reality. "Fingers " I spoke out, with my voice cracking, from me trying to grasp at reality and make sense of this overwhelming moment. Then, what to my wondering eyes did appear. Wow! I searched my soul for some deeper and inner meaning. The numbers, the odds, the incredible journey, stopping at the bead store and then my dream, taking me up into the hills and down the alleys, only to arrive at that stop sign, at the same time that Fingers, who thought he had forgotten his keys, would then turn around and see me and say my name, of which I would then respond in overwhelming disbelief. Wow! I believe that if a zero was the size of a penny, the length of zero's, the odds to 1ratio, for this occurrence, would stretch to the moon.
       After the reality set in, I parked and we scurried inside the building where Fingers was playing with a group of musicians, who were entertaining seniors. This charitable organization that Fingers worked for, was called Young At Heart. This was one of his steady gigs, entertaining at old folks homes and bringing life and awakening memories in these beautiful elderly souls and  magically making people feel happy and young again, through the power of his music. I would have to say that this gallant and heart warming soul is truly one of our American heroes. Giving without measure gives in return.
       We went down to some great seafood restaurant and marveled at our intertwining labyrinthine like paths and their undefined crossings. We tried still to figure out a deeper and higher meaning for all of this, in which we were left stuttering and dumbfounded. First, the complete stranger, in a place that I had never been, plucking me out, like a particular grain of sand, from a haboob. Then, me following a reoccurring dream that I had, up into the hills, only to descend and arrive at a particular place, at a particular time, on the corner of anywhere U.S.A. and to be there simultaneously, when Fingers turned his head to see me and then call my name. The odds to one ratio of this occurrence would stretch" to infinity and beyond. "
        I hope you enjoyed my favorite story, keep coming back for more great stories of my extensive wanderings throughout the universe. Further tales of my adventures await you         So till next blog,   Stay thirsty my friends                              Wizzzmo