Every day has been so short, every hour so fleeting, every minute so filled with the life I love that time for me has fled on too swift a wing.
No band on 21st-century radio has mined pre-grunge hair-metal's sleaze like L.A.'s Buckcherry. So it makes poetic sense that they'd spend their sixth album tallying all seven deadly sins.
I love dogs, but dogs, you have to be in the country with dogs. I cannot walk a dog on the street.

