I’ve been enjoying the “X in the style of Y” remixes on youtube.
But once I saw how effortless it was to “remix” music on Suno, I lost all interest in Suno covers. I thought there was some artistry to remixing—but no, it’s point and click. Does that mean that an essential prerequisite for art appreciation is the sense that it was made with skill? So is art really just a humanism?
My point is that we tend to separate the artist and the art—and I used to agree with the idea, both in the moral sense and in the sense of an aesthete. But I am now convinced that we as much see the maker in the work as we do the work.
A limited and feeling being is what grounds the meaning. Where is the drama in something that was never felt, never imagined by anyone? What was ever at stake? What is supposed to resonate with me if production is effortless and not referring to anything deeply felt?
The only way we recover the true feeling is by willing to pretend it came from somewhere it didn’t—accepting the simulacrum as reality.
Maybe AI music will become deeply and irresistibly beautiful—play exactly the right harmonies and chords to pull all the right heartstrings. The feelings may be real, but it won’t be grounded. And therefore a different kind of feeling, the feeling of meaning and being will be lost. I think this might be the main ingredient, but I don’t know if we’ll all discover that quickly enough.
I’ve been enjoying the “X in the style of Y” remixes on youtube.
But once I saw how effortless it was to “remix” music on Suno, I lost all interest in Suno covers. I thought there was some artistry to remixing—but no, it’s point and click. Does that mean that an essential prerequisite for art appreciation is the sense that it was made with skill? So is art really just a humanism?
My point is that we tend to separate the artist and the art—and I used to agree with the idea, both in the moral sense and in the sense of an aesthete. But I am now convinced that we as much see the maker in the work as we do the work.
A limited and feeling being is what grounds the meaning. Where is the drama in something that was never felt, never imagined by anyone? What was ever at stake? What is supposed to resonate with me if production is effortless and not referring to anything deeply felt?
The only way we recover the true feeling is by willing to pretend it came from somewhere it didn’t—accepting the simulacrum as reality.
Maybe AI music will become deeply and irresistibly beautiful—play exactly the right harmonies and chords to pull all the right heartstrings. The feelings may be real, but it won’t be grounded. And therefore a different kind of feeling, the feeling of meaning and being will be lost. I think this might be the main ingredient, but I don’t know if we’ll all discover that quickly enough.