Last night, there were a couple things going on.
First: Trench Fest. I had assumed that everyone on Guam might be at Trench Fest, a reggae concert, so I decided to play some weird, new stuff.
Second: I misjudged my schedule, did laundry too late and ran to the studio without preparing anything. I had 10 minutes to pull songs and look up some interesting facts about them. It was the sweatiest I’d ever been at the KPRG studio.