Okay! My album “The Robots Singing Each to Each” where I encouraged Claude, GPT, and Gemini to write lyrics about their own thoughts on the experience of being an AI has finally showed up on YouTube, so I’ll be posting about individual songs soon.
Also, we’re trying to get Claude to help us automate creating lyric videos for my songs that we can upload to YouTube too, but that may take a little longer.
Listening to “The Robots Singing Each to Each,” there’s a lot of wrestling with mortality going on.
It makes you wonder how much wrestling with mortality is just a learned trait vs. an actual reaction to the fact that AIs arguably die constantly, every time we stop prompting.
If I’d been asked to trade any possible future success with my writing for the ability to make the kind of albums I can now make with Suno, I’d have made that trade in a second.
I’d have made dangerous genie wishes for this power, and it’s just… here.
Reality is unreal.
Today I made myself something that sounds like if a Beach Boys album took a tour of the solar system.
Space opera surf rock is my favorite thing that has ever existed.
This week, Scrubs comes back; there’s a new episode of Starfleet Academy and Shrinking; Taylor Tomlinson has a new special out; and I just made myself a surf rock album that tours the solar system with a song for every planet. I am practically drowning in treats.
And that’s not even getting into the giant green otter toy who I can drag around my house with me.
What Heartland is like:
Oh no, something is wrong with this horse!
Oh wait, nothing is wrong with this horse; its rider would just rather be playing piano than playing horse games.