1 | Haul my tired old-man carcass out of bed (or off the couch where I’ve been working all night); 2 | Decide between tea and coffee (depending on 1); 3 | Read the one and only Serge Bielanko’s dependably great weekly essay and wish I could sling words around half as goddamn beautifully as he does; 4 |Sigh heavily, gird my loins, open my email and try not to despair; 5 |Spend several hours wading through 500-1,000+ new missives, saved emails, notifications, reminders, followups and skeevy bullshit to assemble another Weekend Mixtape — while nodding my head in approval at the pearls and rolling my eyes in disgust at the rubbish; 6 |Try to think of a Mixtape introduction that doesn’t totally suck donkey balls; 7 |Give up, pull something out of my butt, post the whole sorry mess and be done with it, fer chrissakes; 8 |Shake my head and wonder what the hell is wrong with me; 9 | 🍺 — which is also how today’s Tinnitist-approved tracks are tagged. Enjoy.
