Songs and stories — told from memory, in one sitting. Aedo does the same: your music and your audiobooks, in one player, pointed at your own server.
Everything you’ve already ripped, tagged, and lovingly organized — now it travels with you.
Every album, every weird live bootleg, every playlist you swore you’d clean up someday. No re-uploading, no “syncing” — it’s already your server’s job.
No half-second of silence murdering the crossfade. The track ends and the next begins — seamless, the way the master intended.
Scrobbles to Last.fm or ListenBrainz, so your year-in-review stays honest. And download for the subway, the flight, the cabin with one bar — it’s already on your phone.
Every cover sets the mood: the whole player picks up the artwork’s colors, so the app looks like whatever you’re playing. Dynamic color, the way Android meant it.
Your whole library, playing the way it should.
Pick up exactly where you set it down.
Audiobookshelf for the words. Listening to a book is different from playing a song — Aedo knows the difference.
Three days later, a different phone, doesn’t matter. The position lives on your server, down to the second. You never lose your place.
A tap moves you a whole chapter — not a thirty-second scrub-and-guess. And 1×, 1.5×, or the slightly unhinged 2× for that one droning chapter: your call.
Set the timer and let sleep take over. Aedo fades the volume down and saves exactly where you faded — so you’re not re-listening to the same chapter every single night.
No account on someone else’s cloud. No telemetry phoning home. No third-party subscription that quietly doubles next year. You already host your own stuff. Aedo just points at it.
Music and audiobooks, finally in the same place