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Many people have mp3 players, many people use them in public.
My Idea: add wireless networking to an Mp3 player. Heck, with the craven self-aware market Apple has, they can do it to the iPod. (I would buy one and ignore that worthless typeface if they did)
What’s the big deal, do you ask? Here’s the new killer app:
Wireless “internet” radio. That’s right. With your wireless iPod, you could choose to “broadcast” your playlist. If I see you on the subway/pub transit and you have an iPod, I could scan with my iPod to see if you are broadcasting and listen to your playlist, or you could do the same to mine.
Think about the fun you could have with your friends, their iPods, and your own mix!
Why leave the mood-setting music so carefully picked out at your home gathering there when you all decide to go about the town? Load your tunes on your iPod, share out the stream to your friends, and continue the playlist on the way to the city center.
You could also share other information as well if interested
the future of P2P may be very personal.
I just wrote a very long answer, but when I hit “post comment” I got a “page not found” ugh. Anyway, I think it is a great idea. There are some big issues, mostly legally and security, but I have a lot of thoughts on the subject.
Have you read Smart Mobs? You might find it interesting.
This is a very bad idea. A remarkably bad idea. An insanely bad idea. It’s the worst idea I’ve heard since the whisky malt was ordered at Max’s.
It is, in every way, an extraordinarily bad idea. You don’t believe me? Okay, we’ll talk about success.
There you are, riding the bus, grooving to your own little post-hipster beat and broadcasting your tunes to the other passengers. They see your head a-bobbling, they jog their dials, and whammo-presto-alakazam, all their heads are a-bobbling in time.
You’re with me so far? Okay.
Now you get off the bus. Maybe you have to transfer to the 10 Minutes Late line, or maybe you just need to take a leak. It doesn’t matter. The point is that you get off the bus. So does someone else.
It’s the muttering mumbler. He has white headphones. His head’s a-bobbling to the tiki beat. He’s grooving along down the street and staying within ten yards of your broadcasting spell. He’s checking out your ass and wondering how it’s going to look after he mounts it on his wall.
And he’s still following. He’s loitering outside the john. He’s outside your office window. He’s lost in his own groovy paradise of Someone Else’s Music, and he wants to stay there. You can’t shake him. You zig, but he zags with you. You twist, he turns. You shuck and he jives. You’ve got an iStalker.
So you turn off the tunes. You drop his groove and cold turkey his sonic joy.
The way I see it: that’s when he knifes you for taking away the only good thing he ever had.
When you’re iRight, you’re iRight.
Some privacy issues too, I’d suppose.