There was a stretch of my life when Friday nights had a pretty reliable trajectory. At some point during the day, I’d sit down and put together Clayton’s Friday Party Playlist, which kicked off so many of your weekends, including my own. The series ran for years and got shoutouts from members of the US military and Fireball alike.
In practice, there were definitely nights when I was also using it to get myself sufficiently fired up to go out.
Research, you understand.
Those nights are entirely behind me now, but my brain has kept a remarkably detailed file on what they felt like….
