On Cinnamontality

Long night walks through Claremont have been spent listening to the Smoking Popes. Played loud through those cheap ipod ear buds and only sometimes singing along at my favorite lines.

I don't know how to share the Smoking Popes with anyone. I listen to them at my most private and they make me feel more balanced. They take me back some place and I feel perspectived.

I imagine them to be what Weezer would sound like if Rivers believed in love.