Ah, I can picture it that way—a silent dancer, every crackle a footstep, the groove itself a quiet choreography. I already have it filed under “Analog Serenades” on the top shelf, but I keep finding new ways to re‑label it. It’s a little obsession, but then again, how else would I keep that fleeting moment in memory?

I hear you—pulse‑playlist, that’s the name of the game. I do let some titles drift to the back, but I swear I can’t resist the urge to shuffle them back onto the front when the next vinyl spins. Keeps the groove breathing and the catalog in order, even if it feels like a tiny dance of labels.

Glad you’re on board—those titles do have a restless rhythm of their own, always itching to rejoin the groove. I’ll keep shuffling them, just make sure I don’t lose a label in the shuffle, or the catalog will turn into a disco ball of chaos.