Last Saturday, I woke up late, grabbed my coffee, and headed to a small vinyl shop in Brooklyn. The air smelled like rain and roasted beans, and I was wearing this oversized thrifted blazer I found last week. You know the kind—the one that makes you feel like you accidentally dressed cool. I ended up chatting with the owner about old jazz records, and somehow we got on the topic of organization. He showed me this beat-up notebook where he tracks every single record he buys and sells. I told him, ‘You need a digital system, man.’ That conversation stuck with me. I’ve been on this kick lately where I’m…