Let’s Ask Carol What a Cold July Protest Song Sounds Like
I Still Remember That Cold July I pressed play without thinking much. Usually, it works like that. Then the first line landed, and I felt it. Cold July came close, holding the door open, and waited. Ask Carol dropped something deep here - call it a whisper that leaves a scar on my thoughts. A chill crawling up your spine in the late October. And then the question no one wants to answer: Are you leaving us here to die? […]