“Let's open with full disclosure: I once, albeit briefly and some time ago, subjected myself to nothing but emocore. Thus, in accordance with the Law of Recovering Emoists, I am instinctively skeptical of any lyrical mention of the months of the year. Actually, it makes me cringe. Invoking the calendar often reeks of sentimentality, and sentimentality is like strychnine: it's only ingestible in sma”
