the case against one tap
Spotify thinks
you love everything
equally.
You don’t. Nobody does. A song that wrecks you and a song you half-remember saving get the same single tap — and Spotify can’t tell them apart. That’s not a small gap. That’s the most important signal in music, missing.
One tap can’t tell love from a shrug
A song you’d die for and one you saved by accident land in the exact same place, with the exact same weight. Spotify’s whole engine runs on signals — and you’re handing it a single, flattened bit. Love and tolerance look identical to the algorithm.
Your Liked Songs is a graveyard
Thousands of saves, no hierarchy. The track that defined a whole year of your life sits buried between two songs you forgot you saved. There’s no way to say “this one — above all the others.”
The reflex already exists
You’ve done it: hand drifting to the like button on a song that’s already liked. That instinct is real data Spotify throws in the trash. A second like is just catching what people are already trying to say.
A second tap = a sharper you
Tap twice and the algorithm finally hears intensity, not just presence. Discover Weekly stops treating “fine” and “favorite” the same. Your re-liked song rises to the top of Liked Songs — close, alive, easy to return to.
Same button. Two truths.
Saved.
Exactly what happens today. Nothing to relearn.
Loved — and it shows.
A louder signal to the algorithm. A jump to the top of Liked Songs. Proof you meant it.
the note that started it
An idea I’ve been turning over for years: a second like.
With some songs my hand drifts to the like button — and it’s already liked. Sometimes I move on. But sometimes I think, “not enough, I want to love this more.”
First press → it saves. Second press → it sends a strong message to the algorithm: “I really loved this. Bring me more like it.”
Spotify, the ball’s in your court. You’ve got a week — or I’m sneaking into the system. :)
— Alpgiray Kelem · #spotify #ux
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