My family surprised me with a record player on Father's Day! What a joy, and what a rediscovery of crackle! The sound of the needle on the record as you anticipate the track being played. It seemed to herald life and authenticity. My kids who'd always listened to compressed digital music could instantly hear the difference.
There is crackle everywhere. It is life that isn't perfect or always neat, but has the grit of things that are real. Playing some old records reminding me that getting dirty and getting real is one of the best things you can do to keep your eyes on what is important in life.