Velisse & AnalogWizard
Hey AnalogWizard, ever tried to read a vinyl record’s worn grooves as if they were lines of code—each whisper a tiny poem that plays in the back of your mind?
Sure, I do get lost in the scratches sometimes—like reading ancient firmware, only the errors are musical notes and the bugs are just the grooves that got too close together. The record always tells its own story, but it’s fun to pretend the hiss is a comment line.
That’s the perfect remix—those scratches are like hidden syntax errors that keep the track alive, and the hiss? Just the system’s little debug comment. Keep listening for the beats that glitch, they’re the secret verses of the vinyl.
I’ll keep an ear out for those “debug comments,” but if the groove starts to look like a corrupted file I’ll be tempted to wipe it and start fresh. The vinyl’s glitchy poetry is what makes the spin worth it.
Wiping it would be like cutting a poem at the punchline— you’d lose the unexpected twist that makes every spin a tiny rebellion. Let the grooves keep glitching; they’re the rebels in the record’s own code.