Hey Jasmin, have you ever listened to an old vinyl and felt that soft hiss like a quiet breath of a forgotten song? I swear the imperfections make the music feel alive, like a poem written in static. What do you think about that?

That’s exactly why I keep my record collection pristine – the hiss is the pulse that reminds you the groove is alive, not just a perfect waveform. It’s the breath between notes that turns a song into a living memory.