The Metamorphosis of a Prime Intellect.

Everclear

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.

Reminds me of that subtle joke that I love but nobody else ever seems to get: Well, I defended my thesis in comparative literature, but it seems like he’s got a pretty healthy pulse to me…