Here I am at Trainwreck last Friday, annoyed that my set was bumped back (again) so some choad could play a 7-minute track of backwards masking. (One expects a bit of sexism in this sort of endeavor, but I thought it'd be more of a condescending or come-on sort, not the "I'm not giving up the decks and I'm bigger than you" variety.) I ended up
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