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Important Announecment

February 8, 2009

Ray Speen would like to announce another address change. He will no longer be receiving mail at the PO Box address below. Mr. Speen is ending his affiliation with the post office and will gladly accept all email correspondence. He is not promising to answer any. He is often seen wearing a wig, though the new trend is a flawless bald-cap. He is trying out various disguises such a the van dyke moustache, goatee, and other facial hair easily attached with adhesives. On Sunday Mr. Speen can often be found doing the crossword puzzle. He cannot ever finish one in an acceptable amount of time and he considers that comforting.

An Important Message from Ray Speen

August 24, 2008

Ray Speen would like to announce that he is ending his affiliation with the internet, all groups, publishing, and public appearance in order to concentrate on an intensive and exhaustive program of self-improvement that begins by being anonymous and secretive. All correspondence can be sent via: “Russell” PO Box 110902 Brooklyn New York 11211. Email will no longer be a part of Mr. Speen’s agenda. *Please note: this address is no longer valid*

However, he would also like to apologise for the tragic lull in the “DJ Farraginous” column, due to an amplifier failure. He would like to report that he will once again soon be reviewing records of an analogue nature, in alphabetical order.

Thank you!

Where Is He Now?

March 29, 2008

The question of where Ray Speen is and what is he doing often comes up in the online community, and while the man values his privacy, it is certain that he would want the people who have supported him with their generous donations, flea infested sofas, half eaten burritos, and well meaning advice over the years to be able to rest assured that he is, if not healthy, still a burden on society, as he likes to say.

Currently dividing his time between the thriving, vital port and trading center of Union Point, and the rustic, peaceful, backwater hideout of Mount Erie, Ray feels that he practically lives on the highway in the barely running 1976 Honda Accord he uses to travel between the places he feels are, if not home, then the place he hangs his headband, or laces up his hiking boots, depending on whether you’re facing west, or north.

Speen enjoys hiking, the internet, and picking up the turds of his elderly, somewhat lazy neighbor, Mrs. Trumbull’s three-legged lab spaniel mix, and experimenting with unique liquor, appetizer, and dessert combinations. It might be exaggerating to say that he enjoys picking up with dog poop; he obtains satisfaction from maintaining an unsoiled neighborhood street for the frolicking kids, animals, fraternity brothers, and sweet wine alcoholics alike to roll around in from time to time, though not all at once, or so one hopes.


August 26, 2007

Ray Speen of Kokomo, Indiana has made a career of being from Kokomo, Indiana. In thirty-seven short years he has gone from kissing ass and naming names to kicking ass and taking names. Speen has been known as the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man behind the man, but there are also a lot of myths and untruths around this enigmatic character that need to be revealed. For a long time it was well known that he was acquainted with the brother-in-law of the grocer who graduated from high school with a business partner of a man who once met the golf partner who’s wife is the cousin of the man who knew the brother of the chef of the tour bus driver of the band Savoy Brown, on one of their US tours. But this is completely untrue. Ray Speen is a celebrity in his own right, and needs to ride on the coattails of no one!

–bio by Ryan Anthony Dahlberg