The Summer Playlist.
The Summer Playlist.
CONCEPT: Combine the collaborative cloud-based sharing interface of Dropbox with the voting system of Reddit to develop an international social music mix reflecting popular cultures from all over the world as well as creating measurable data of current musical trends in any certain geographic location/any certain age group/any certain genre/etc.
DESIGN: iOS/Android based application that allows access to a web drive for uploading media files, as well as a streaming media service that allows you to listen and vote up/down on the tracks. Additionally, workstation based Mac OS/Windows applications with added forum/live chat support for fans to communicate with each other.
Design and concept © 2012 Blue Shutters/Broken Windows, Jordan Daniel. All rights reserved.
Based on initial tests, this idea has already been astoundingly successful. I’m currently contacting mobile developers, web developers, and designers to complete a suite of apps by this time next year. By running simulations of the collaborative playlist using the Dropbox system, minus the community voting element, the response has been excellent. Just for clarification, the idea is that the songs represent the certain period of time (in this instance, summertime), not that the material itself stems from the period of time necessarily (oldies are goldies).
A selection of the Summer Playlist (Alpha) after the jump.
I actually own a hot pink t-shirt with Jacob’s face on it with the caption “And not one fuck was given about Aisles 1-7” in Vice City-style lettering. It’s pretty boss.
not one fuck was given about aisles 1-7
(Source: zissoudiver)
That you bought from a pawnshop.
Feeling that pull on the trigger,
Some other song about a gun,
When I was a child I wrote one.
Daniel Anderson (Idiot Pilot, The Ghost & The Grace, Glowbug).
I think this might be referential, but I’m not sure.
Type text poet rant MAYBE
RANT. Or…rant, whatever. Net yelling has become synonymous with emphasis at this point (it’s called italicize, people…stop abusing “quotation marks”).
Maybe not a rant. Maybe a stream, con-sy-issus or not (remarking on how Mac/Vicki/Lisa/Siri understands the idea of consciousness, still surprised), but I’ve had a lot of emotions bubbling up and it’s starting to get-
Ahem. Maybe not a rant. Maybe a mirror. Maybe a moment of self-reflection resulting in fragile expectations or distorted perceptions. Maybe I’ve lost my barrier for pretension. I’m the worst.
I’m so in love with people lately, but not for the reason you would think. I appreciate boundaries. I enjoy open windows. Lately, I’ve touched people’s lives, and I’ve felt the heavy refractions of those slats of light as they drift so lazily across my bed frame.
Maybe not a rant. Maybe my existence on a personal platter; wondering why I end up knee deep in water, typing out streams without source or control. Streams of con-sigh-issus (remarking on the brilliance of Daniel Anderson).
I might finally forgive today. My skin will return to white after harsh red slaps of indifference. Maybe I awoke today. Maybe I birthed a river. One can only hope.
