Judging by the sad madness in our nation's Wal-Marts, it must be the holiday season. The days are getting shorter, the lines are getting longer, and it's becoming more and more important to cram as much as we can into the hours between sunup and sundown.
My friends and I like to play a game where we condense a band's entire lyrical output to one characteristic line; it can be a line that sums up their philosophy neatly (as my friend Ben . . .
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