Poemin’ while playing a submarine simulator
while awaiting new near field monitors for my new digital audio workstation
And feeling each and everyone of my many years..
It has been brutal, physically, for couple of months.
And it’s block party day, but of course, which means the delivery person has an excuse not to drop off said monitors as the street is semi-closed…
we shall see.
In a way I hope those speakers are delayed, a day or two,
as that would postpone a desk teardown and reconfigure. I’m not sure I have the strength.
At play is the strain, melody, motif
In high relief in that device that soon cords the tropes
What hope for a human chorus against the
incontrovertible congruity of whose
neural network is singing for its supper
Do we dare share heartbreak and besottedness
To spice that bit and byte of sensation that
may never be subject to subtraction
How do you cadence code
the down beat swoon
of a simpatico human symphony
in spite of
Speakers are here. And learning more than I’ll ever need to know about Artificial Intelligence, by way of playing around with a digital audio workstation, begins for real today.
Oh No Music Theory
And Baby Steps At AI Music For The Common Man
And Of Course you need a melody
and what’s this for…..