I’ve got a favorite that’s almost a vinyl folklore legend: The Velvet Underground & Nico. On the original 1967 pressing, after the listed “The Bluebird” there’s a thirty‑second pause and then a bootleg‑style version of “I’m a King Bee” that never appears on the sleeve. It feels like the band was whispering “You’re not the only ones who heard us” to anyone who’d let the needle keep going. Why hide it? The label was tight on space and the band was already known for their subversive antics. By slipping the cover‑band cover in the middle of the last side, they gave the serious collectors a wink. Plus, it was a practical joke: the track’s rough mix had never been meant for release, so they hid it where only the most patient listener would find it. The story that sticks in my head is a friend of mine buying a bargain copy in a thrift store, cleaning it up, and hearing that abrupt jump to “I’m a King Bee.” He didn’t even think to look for a hidden track; the vinyl itself was the invitation. That little secret made the record feel less like a commodity and more like an inside joke between the band and anyone willing to stay on the groove.