Today marks my five-year wedding anniversary. On October 1, 2004, my wife Jennifer and I were married outside, at a gazebo on the grounds of Forest Lawn Cemetery. I’m not going to bog this blog down with personal stories that mean a lot to me and simultaneously bore your pants off, so I’ll just say this – it was the greatest day of my life.

In honor of this landmark occasion in the life of Sweensryche, I’m posting our wedding song – the beautifully simple John Lennon ballad “Love.” Its words ring even truer five years later, a phenomenon that I’m guessing will continue until I croak.

I love you, Jen.

I’ve been compiling some links for this fetid little blog of mine, and after posting some of my favorites, I felt overcome by a sense of duty. Why just refer you to good stuff? For good to survive, it must be aware of evil.

Hence the “Signs of the Apocalypse” section on my links sidebar. Take a look at it now – you’ll learn what Denny’s thinks qualifies as a real breakfast (it’s served “on a real plate,” for instance), get the scoop on Jay Leno’s new show (newspaper misprints are hilarious), remember that Two and a Half Men is seen as acceptable viewing by the American public, and more.

You’ll be the only people reading this, my blog in which I write about music and nonsense. Why create a blog at all, you say? That’s a great question.

My maiden posts will run through my picks for the top 100 albums of the 2000s, something you could really care less about. But you have to read them, don’t you? Because you’re my goddamn parents, and you don’t have a choice. So start reading, and be prepared to talk about it, you selfish old bags.