The Metamorphosis of a Prime Intellect.

After you listen to a song, the secret police from the RIAA come and lock it up in a small, dank cell given minimal sustenance, until the next time they can send it to some seedy hotel, suburban home, or automobile, to turn a trick and make them some more money, like some sort of whoo-re for the ears.

Apparently: Them playing our local city square, doing a terrible performance, acting like prima donnas, and then after inviting people to come see them at the merch booth after the show, then never showing up.

I’ve been using it on Ubuntu 22.04 for almost 2 years. It started off rocky, with frequent restarts needed, maybe every week or two. It’s been pretty solid, though I did give up on using it for screen sharing and captures, which is unfortunate timing in today’s WFH world.