Few things are as poetic as the pursuit of flawless songs. Crate-digging for vinyl. Poking through alphabetized CDs at the mall, the “clunk” when you shove an 8-track cartridge into a car stereo, the fuzz of cassettes. All of these experiences produce warmth, the primordial joy of a successful hunt. Now that the music ecosystem has been mostly digitalized, these connective experiences have vanished. Analogue connected our physical bodies to the invisibility of music.