AI-Generated Music: The Industrial Revolution of Emotion
Dear Uncle Bobby - Every song I hear lately sounds like it was made by a robot — and now I find out, half of them are. Do you think AI-generated music is the future of art, or the end of it?
Overwhelmed By Mechanical Melodies,
Disillusioned Audiophile
The end of it, sweetheart — and I say that as a man who once bought a Creedence Clearwater Revival album on 8-track.
We’ve officially hit the point where machines are making music for people who don’t care about music — they just want a background hum for their scrolling. Used to be, you needed a garage, a few friends, and a dream. Now you just need a GPU and a Wi-Fi connection.
Let’s walk through the downfall, shall we?
Once upon a time, bands poured their souls into full albums — the kind you’d listen to straight through while reading the liner notes and pretending you understood metaphors. Then we downsized to singles — three-minute, radio-friendly jingles made to sell soda and shame. Then came the solo acts with backing tracks — one person pretending to be five.
And now? We’ve replaced all of them with a silicon song generator that’s never smoked a cigarette, cried over an ex, or been kicked out of a dive bar. The machines are writing love songs without ever knowing heartbreak, and somehow folks are calling it “revolutionary.”
Oh, it’s revolutionary, all right — the Industrial Revolution of emotion.
You can feel it, too. The notes are perfect, but the pulse is gone. No sweat. No mistakes. No soul. Just algorithmic patterns designed to make your brain release dopamine on cue — musical junk food for a generation that thinks “featuring AI vocals” is a flex, not a cry for help.
And the labels? They love it. No egos. No tour riders. No rehab stints. Just endless streams of compliant digital pop stars who’ll never demand royalties or throw a mic stand.
Meanwhile, somewhere out there, a real musician is still scraping together rent playing three-hour sets for drunks who only request “Free Bird.” But hey, why support the human experience when you can get ChatGPT featuring AutoTune to sing about heartbreak in D major?
So yeah — AI music is the future, all right. The future where your favorite band doesn’t exist, your favorite song was never written, and your “playlist” was designed by a toaster with a marketing degree.
At this rate, the only real art left will be the sound of us all yelling into the void — and even that’ll probably get remixed.
– Uncle Bobby