Once upon a time, I was a counselor at a youth camp. Having grown up staying in the same dorms I was now working in, I knew that the counselors usually had some non-traditional methods of waking up the teenaged campers. Having brought a portable record player, I decided it’d be a good idea to use Sinatra’s Strangers in the Night as an alarm clock.

I was wrong. It was the BEST IDEA.

By the end of the ten days, everyone in my dorm had every. Single. Note. of this a-side memorized. And after the first few days, the rest of the camp started to get on it. Moody sixteen year olds waited in line at the cafeteria humming Summer Wind to themselves. High school girls would mutter Frank’s scat lines while playing volleyball. And all of my campers would greet me with a hearty “STRAANGERS IN THE NIIIIIIIGHT.”

It ranks among the best weeks of my life.