Here's one high I haven't tried yet ... but I'm square, baby, I don't even know where to buy mothballs.

I LOVE YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH ...

My man Ken Knott gets remembered fondly for his work with VIOLENT APATHY on 7inchpunk.com. A few years before my time ... I'm more of a JUST SAY NO man myself, but to each his own.

Actually, perusing tub thumper Randy Huisken's JSN memory bank proved even more fruitful than I expected ... dig his page celebrating Lansing's long lost CROTCH, featuring my former muse Suzi "Boobs" Miller. Download "Flattered To Be Battered" and prepare to drop your fucking jaw.

Mark Deming spiels about the Minutemen documentary WE JAM ECONO on AMG.

The four dark winds of time collide and then the earth implodes, just as it was predicted before time even existed. There is no one to blame, not even God.

The wife and I moved into a new apartment without great incident last weekend, and despite having less space than the old joint, we're fitting in fine. Far from the maddening crowds of tweaked-out streetkids and oblivious fratfolk that swarm the University District, the Greenlake neighborhood is downright serene, a bit yuppified (a bit? a lot) but we don't care. We're mere blocks from the lake, a ten-minute walk to the library and there are some great bars nearby. Come on by and say hello some time (you'll have to figure out our address first - good luck with that).

Sounds like there might be some more SLA noise coming in future months. More news as plans are confirmed ...

This is Mark Deming.

Does anybody remember Deming?

I didn't get any of this cake. Some genius gave me an unlimited bar tab (booze-wise, I had to buy my own Newports), so I was too drunk to actually eat anything like cake, which is very unlike me. Way to go, Einstein.


Mark and Gwen got married onstage at the Temple Club in Lansing, Michigan on May 27, 2006 at approximately 7:00pm or so.


Who expected Deming's old Hollywood pals to show up? Here's Joe Piscopo and Howie Mandell, living the high life!


Here are the Demings.


Me and The Steve, each wearing an awesome shirt.


Get that thing away from me.


Apparently, this is the only photo anyone took of the house band, The Strange Brotherhood of Mark Lansing. From what I remember, it's pretty accurate.


Food was provided by Best Steak House. Here's chef/mastermind Andy and his lovely Kelly.