He expected the punchy, high-energy intro to jolt him out of his funk. Instead, he was greeted by a flat, tinny sound. It was a low-quality rip he must have downloaded a decade ago on a family desktop computer. The bass was nonexistent, and the high-hats sounded like crinkling paper.

The search results churned up a mix of streaming links and old forum posts. He ignored the modern streaming apps; he wanted the files. He wanted to own the remaster, to hear the crisp production of Everybody Get Up the way it was meant to be heard in 1999.