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Well, just think about how pervasive cheap junk plastic (toys, food packaging, vehicles, furniture, etc) is in our society, yet there are tons of people who make or buy things made out of high quality materials like solid wood furniture or quality steel kitchen appliances. So, there will always be people who reject imitation and embrace originality (and you can find them at art festivals!)
I’m just thinking about all of the gigs and contracts musicians and other artists are going to miss out on because some smug kid with a laptop can coherently type a string of words into a field a produce what gets the job done for a quarter of the price.
Maybe that will happen in those giant urban nightmares they call cities. I moved out of the decaying concrete jungle (Escape From L.A.!) and have been living in small towns for the past decade. Here, live music is made every night, spilling out onto the boardwalk and carried by the wind to brighten and invigorate minds old and new. Real music is an art that will survive the AI apocalypse, and perhaps be the last echo of our civilization, spreading out into the cosmos long after we’re gone, and exchanting distant (alien) minds.
God I hope you’re right. We create such beautiful things. I’d hate to see humanity become so hollow that we stoop to accepting AI slop as art.
Well, just think about how pervasive cheap junk plastic (toys, food packaging, vehicles, furniture, etc) is in our society, yet there are tons of people who make or buy things made out of high quality materials like solid wood furniture or quality steel kitchen appliances. So, there will always be people who reject imitation and embrace originality (and you can find them at art festivals!)
I’m just thinking about all of the gigs and contracts musicians and other artists are going to miss out on because some smug kid with a laptop can coherently type a string of words into a field a produce what gets the job done for a quarter of the price.
It’s a shame.
Maybe that will happen in those giant urban nightmares they call cities. I moved out of the decaying concrete jungle (Escape From L.A.!) and have been living in small towns for the past decade. Here, live music is made every night, spilling out onto the boardwalk and carried by the wind to brighten and invigorate minds old and new. Real music is an art that will survive the AI apocalypse, and perhaps be the last echo of our civilization, spreading out into the cosmos long after we’re gone, and exchanting distant (alien) minds.