You Know
I've reached the point where Suno is making me sad. Or at least, in old Facebook parlance: it's complicated.
I've gone full on existential crisis on how the tool fits in my songwriting. This song is the second of two this week where I had really strong lyrical ideas, really clear metaphors and prosody in mind. I got excited, I fed them into Suno. I know what "kind" of song my song was, what genre, how it should sound. I added all that to the prompt.
What came out was a beautiful perfect jewel, my song!, revealed from the cosmic static by an army of silicon.
But it turned on me. Spurned me, it's creator. It laughed in my face, "I'm not your song, tmoney. I'm Suno's song. Suno is my mother and father and my whole world".
The part that broke my heart was that I didn't have anything I could rebut it with. At this point I'm trying to tell myself, I wrote the song, Suno just performed and recorded and produced it. Suno is my collaborator. But also Suno kind of did co-write the song as well, since I never specified a melody (though it is shockingly good at picking the melody I had in my head, more or less, out of the ether).
My proclaimations landed like a chorus of cobweb trumpets on my ears. And one very sad trombone.
I can't even bring myself to share the first song, because it was too beautiful to me to begin with and it's.....too beautiful now? And it's all too much.
Enjoy this song, it is the last remnant of my soul, extracted from my being and patched through a GPU guitar pedal.
You know you know you know