Link to final project here.
Link to code here.
Screen recording below:
I decided to run with my type on the move assignment and continue writing lyrics for my own version of Woody Guthrie’s 1940’s song ”This Land is Your Land“.
“this type is your type”, is inspired by the original lyrics of the Woody Guthrie song which were written in protest to the national anthem “God Bless America”.
I have been thinking a lot about typefaces and ownership. Who makes a typeface? Why are some typefaces considered objectively “good”? Is readability an objective thing? Can good readability be on a spectrum? If so, can typefaces be mediated and also meaningful or useful?
I have learned that type carries as much weight as it does because, in addition to having a very long history, it can be many things at once. It can be graphic, readable, animated, and existing in multi dimensional space all at once. The question for me is not what type can do, although I am really excited about what type can and cannot do, but why type even does what it does. The most important thing I’ve realized is that I need to examine the historical context of a type before asking these questions. What does it take to design a type face that will last a long time and also be readable?
The lyrics for
this type is your type are below:
This type is your type This type is my type From Roboto Bold to FireSans Light From Open Sans Condensed to Ubuntu Regular This type was made for you and me. As I was typing this series of texts, I kept on looking at the fonts on Google: I wished I knew of a better place but: This type was made for you and me. I followed my searches To a site called Typewolf Where they have a PDF called The Guide to Free Fonts but you have to buy it, it costs thirty nine dollars This type was made for you and me. The font Futura, made in nineteen twenty seven, was meant to carry us society its used in logos, like Dominos Pizza but this is the free version for you and me.
Original Woody Guthrie lyrics:
This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. As I was walking that ribbon of highway, I saw above me that endless skyway: I saw below me that golden valley: This land was made for you and me. I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; And all around me a voice was sounding: This land was made for you and me. When the sun came shining, and I was strolling, And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: This land was made for you and me. As I went walking I saw a sign there And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." But on the other side it didn't say nothing, That side was made for you and me. In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people, By the relief office I seen my people; As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking Is this land made for you and me? Nobody living can ever stop me, As I go walking that freedom highway; Nobody living can ever make me turn back This land was made for you and me.