I’ve run across a few old reels that feel like they’re humming in 1s and 0s, especially when the fiddler hits those quick double‑stops and then pulls back into a long note—almost a 0‑1 pattern if you stare hard enough. It’s like the tune itself is a secret message waiting to be decoded, and I’m half‑glad I’m the one with the patience to notice. I don’t claim to be a cryptographer, but I can count beats faster than most people can count the verses of a ballad, so I keep mapping them out just for fun. The results rarely spell out anything coherent—more like a string of mismatched digits that still makes the song feel alive, which is a win in my book.