98.7% in Sync: An Appreciation Letter to My Playlists
The algorithm of sound and sight
Dear Playlists,
My home is in the belly of sound, floating between speakers and headphones, my soul plugged into the current of basslines and synths. Dis yah nuh jus’ music—dis a mi compass, mi guide, di whisper weh push mi mouse, di echo weh shape mi vision. Every frequency a tell mi fi click yah, stretch deh so, flip di pixels ’til dem dance pon di screen like riddim inna mi chest.
My laptop, my phone, and other technological devices—these are the walls of my digital studio, but you, Playlists, you are the key. You open the gateway, shifting me into that sweet headspace where art and algorithm collide. I don’t always have to hear you, but trust me, my ears are on you 98.7% of the time, locked in like a signal on the strongest Wi-Fi.
To some, you’ re just a sequence of songs, but I know you better. You are code, you are formula, you are a secret language that translates itself into colours and motion. What are you saying? Drop a heavy bass, and I’ll take it, bending my visuals until they glitch and pulse. Give me soft echoes, and I’ll let the hues bleed slow and gentle. Every beat is a click or a tap, every synth a shape—I don’t separate the two, I weave them into one.
Mi live fi dis fusion—sound and sight, frequency and form, mi fingers coding in harmony wid yuh vibrations. Di flashing glitch a mi bassline, di sharp cut a mi snare, di slow morph a mi synth pad—all a dem ting deh become di DNA a mi art. A dance between di tangible and di digital, a mathematics of movement, a new media wurl weh only exist when mi and mi link up.
So big up yourself, Playlists. You and my technological tools are my greatest collaborators. Without you, my art would still exist, but it wouldn’t have the same fire (or would it? hehe). You are the spark, you are the current, you are the unsung melody my visuals hum to. And I’m grateful—100% grateful, for real.
4eva in sync,
DCD, NYKOA
