Updated Road Map: Final Groundwork Before the Notes

Ooloi is now a real, configurable desktop application with a solid collaborative backbone. The engine underneath is finished and waiting, and the obvious question is why I'm spending my days on things like palette positioning and collaboration features at this stage? From the outside it must look as though I'm finding ever more inventive ways to avoid the thing I actually built Ooloi to do.

'You might very well think that; I couldn't possibly comment', said Ian Richardson as Francis Urquhart in the original British House of Cards, and got away with it for three series. However, I can comment, which is why this article exists.

Here's the list of what's left before the first notehead. Read it and you'll see exactly what I mean: it's plumbing, every line of it.

That very last line, the hierarchical rendering pipeline, is where the real fun begins.

The reason for this depth-first approach is cognitive load, and not only mine.

I'm a one-man show at this stage. There's no team to hand the networking to while I get on with beams, no colleague maturing the collaboration layer in a separate room so that the two halves can meet in the middle later. Everything that gets built passes through one head, sequentially. A team would parallelise this, several subsystems moving at once, and pay the coordination cost that always comes with it. I can't do that, so I do the opposite: I finish things, completely, one at a time, and then I never think about them again.

That sounds like a constraint, and it is, but it's also the whole advantage. Collaboration permissions, user management, the connect dialog, the way a window restores its geometry and z-order, the failure mode of a broken file of interface translations: get every one of those right now, while they're the only thing in front of me, and they drop out of consideration permanently. Not deferred. Not mostly working. Gone from the daily ledger. When the day I've been waiting two years for finally arrives and I start pushing noteheads and flags and stems across the stave, none of this will be sharing the desk with me.

This is the part commercial development almost never gets to enjoy. There's always a release on the calendar, always a reason to bolt the networking on later, always a feature that ships first and a foundation that gets retrofitted underneath it once the cracks show. I watched exactly that kill Igor. I have no calendar, no investors, no quarter to make, and so I can afford the one thing money usually can't buy: doing the boring parts once, properly, before they can metastasise into a tax I'd pay on every musical feature for the rest of the project's life. And, since the plugin API is stable from day one, every contributor inherits that same cleared desk. The tax I'm refusing to pay is one I'm also refusing to pass on.

The other reason is the AI, and it matters as much as anything I've said.

I do most of the implementation with Claude Code, currently Opus 4.8 on high effort as my default, and on max effort for the deep work inside the engine, where the concurrency and traversal machinery doesn't forgive a half-attentive collaborator. I also keep ChatGPT, Gemini and Grok to hand for second opinions, Grok very reluctantly, given Musk's political clownery. Microsoft Copilot I leave alone entirely; it's an insult to everyone's intelligence.

​Claude works inside the proved architecture, as a constrained implementor rather than an architect. That arrangement works far better when the thing being implemented is the only thing in the room. An AI asked to draw a slur while also worrying about whether the translation cache is stale, whether the transport is encrypted, whether the selection anchor survives a shift-click on an unordered set, does all of it worse. Restricting what it has to hold in mind at once isn't a nicety; it's the central discipline of getting useful work out of these tools. Every subsystem I seal below the musical floor is one fewer thing the AI has to juggle when the real work starts. The cleared desk is for both of us.

So the sequence in that image isn't avoidance. It's the last of the groundwork, arranged so that when the notes finally come, they come into a space that's been swept completely clean. Networking, I'll be glad to see the back of (did I mention how tedious I find networking?). But there's a particular satisfaction in knowing this is the last time I'll have to look at it.
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Then, at last, the thing I too have long been waiting for: the music.

'I couldn't possibly comment'