The Wednesday that just finished was a total non-starter, a fuzzy-headed, dim-witted washout of a day that felt like a month’s worth of caffeine-deficient Monday mornings strung together into a painfully long blur of dead-end sentences, dropped kitchen implements and barely sidestepped collisions with public transit. I blame myself, mostly, for being too old to realize until a few minutes ago that most of this crabbiness and stupidity derives from the fact that I was up until close to noon on Sunday battering myself, my girlfriend and my neighbours with techno records after coming home from Paco Osuna’s Saturday-night gig at Footwork. But, for that reason, I also blame Toronto deep-tech producer Arthur Oskan, who capably cued up Osuna on Saturday but then came back to the booth once the Minus Records-affiliated headliner was done to drop a second, seriously dirty, driving and damaging set upon the up-for-it crowd until they kicked everyone out around 5 a.m. Read on…

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