PLEASE READ THIS! THIS IS NOT A PROMOTION!
I'm posting this here as a curiosity and... a sorts of warning. Artificial Intelligence has entered the sphere of music creation. And it hits with enormous power...

This is a song that my wife (she's German Language teacher) generated using Suno.ai in about 2 minutes, just giving it a prompt to generate a rock song. Its lyrics come from a really cheesy song included in a children's textbook. She just wanted the song to sound more accessible to today's kids. She didn't actually realize what this song would cause. And it left me completely shocked and actually questioning the point of further activities in music... 

My wife, by generating this song, gave the A.I. ​​a lot of scope for its own "imagination". She did not specify the structure of the song or the elements to be included in it - which can be set by entering appropriate comments in the song's text. What surprised me is how wisely the A.I. ​​approached this task, how it determined what should be included in this song. A huge surprise for me is the second part of the song, where the A.I., having no more lyrics, created something incredible, using elements such as triplet, half-time and returning when we expect the song to have ended. What's even more surprising is that the A.I. ​​understood that it was a song in German and was inspired by German-speaking bands such as Die Ärzte and used the typical German song structure, including the sound of the vocals.

Yes, I know, I do music for fun, but I still don't know what to do next... I'm thinking how it will impact the music industry? Let's talk about it in the comments and remember - let's be polite.

Below is a link to the original song, I improved it a bit, but whether it's for the better is a matter of taste:
https://app.suno.ai/song/180bb869-7d3f-47d7-86fa-8f44261ee80c/
And here is another one that left me speechless, also generated by my wife:
https://app.suno.ai/song/d5cb1dec-43ca-4d5f-a6f0-f4d8b5825cdc/

Du kanns ja mal...

(WARNING! This was generated by A.I.) Du kannst ja mal... (das Tierbuch fragen)

Melodic progressive composition with poetry reading
https://open.spotify.com/album/0sleKeZmZbkejQljK1mGpp?si=bUnGwLpjQvqm3ODZSZqAMg

Одинокий космос (Alone in Space)

Terra Sapiens - Одинокий Космос (Alone In Space)

If catharsis is the sense of relief after tragedy, this is what comes afterward.

The Sound of Light

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Pretty Papers

135 INDIE MONTRÉAL ROCK.

I am not a religious person
Happy New Year! 

Come gather round people
You won’t believe the news
The war has ended
And there is peace on earth, it's true!

The people made their stand
Arm in arm, and hand in hand
And there is freedom in our land

No more poverty and greed
No more homeless in the streets
No more leaders telling lies
No more borders to divide 

All the world has become one
And we’re righting all the wrongs
Can’t you hear the song
And angels sing above
Songs of grace, songs of love
And it gives us hope again
As they sing their sweet refrain
Throughout the land

“Peace on earth to everyone”

Peace On Earth (Christmas '24)

Exiled (Early Demo)

De padre a hijo,
en el tiempo fijado,
el recuerdo eterno.

From father to son,
in the appointed time,
the eternal memory.

Legado

compo20231206 (Legado)

we went there

a2rbeatz - new beggining pain melodic loop 154bpm (a2rbeatz x 1no)

I'm a composer, working from a 3' x 5' studio (some may call it a dinette) in a 5th wheel camper, while traveling the United States. I've been on the road for six years, so most of my recent work will have come from a different state (of mind and location) during my travels.

Music makes me feel better about everything. I don't know that I'm ever happier than when I am creating. I sometimes wonder if creativity isn't one of the primary keys to happiness. Do you ever feel better than when you say, "Look what I did."? This phrase magically conjures the purest sense of childlike joy.

Music works for every part of our lives. We all have music for when we are sad, happy, celebrating, meeting others, when we are alone, and even when we are lonely. Did a song come to mind as you read each of those situations? I remember the first song I ever heard on the radio, on my first bus ride to kindergarten. One of my favorite musical memories is playing in a band for steel beach on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz.

I love telling stories with music. Everybody loves John Coffey in the Green Mile, but Mr. Jingles should have a song commemorating his reaching and joining the circus at Mouseville. If you agree, join me for this and similar journeys. The music here is synthetic, but as real as you would choose to have it.

My music most often lands on Soundcloud first and is inspired by one of my favorite communities, Naviar Haiku:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku
I find writing to a Haiku prompt sufficiently limiting and exquisitely inspiring.

The Sound of Light

Raymond Stull