Dear Diary lived the rock 'n' roll dream, jamming their poetically-poignant hook-drenched songs into the ears of commercial metal fans from Chicago to California to Cincinnati and plenty of places in between, building a tidal wave of buzz that they rode all the way to the hard rockin' end. Their sound was fresh, their beats banging, their rhythms ruthlessly unique, and their singer possessed with hypnotic, snake-charmer-like power that oozed musical mass appeal magic. Dear Diary rocked and stomped through practically every big-name club out there, opening for Lillian Axe, Bullet Boys, Lynch Mob, and other popular mainstream melodic metal bands. They ripped up the road like runaway rigs, punching out the power chords until their swan song in the early '90s. The dream may have ended, but when the music is this good, it remains forever tattooed on the hearts and souls of hard rockers everywhere.