That note was like a little breadcrumb trail—exactly the sort of thing I hunt down. I’ll pull a dusty record, jot the line, and then trace the artist’s history, the label’s quirks, who wrote that lyric, and even the first place the song was played. The rain cue? It feels like a secret invitation to sit on the porch, press play, and let the waves write a new chapter in the story. Do you ever follow the whispers of a single track?