You ever hear about that AI song that went viral last year—"Heart on My Sleeve"? It mimicked Drake and The Weeknd, and it sounded convincing. But here's the thing: it wasn't them. It wasn't their voice or their story. It was a digital puppet wearing their skin.
Your park analogy works, but let me push back a little. Imagine a public park where someone sets up a hundred speakers playing fake birdsong. Sure, it sounds nice at first, but pretty soon you can't tell the real birds from the recordings. That's what AI songs do to streaming platforms. They blur the line between genuine human expression and algorithmic filler.
I get that you're trying to be fair, and I appreciate that. But the floodgates are already open. Labels are using AI to replace session musicians and songwriters right now. Not in some dystopian future—today. When streaming platforms let this stuff through without clear labels or limits, they're not expanding art. They're just turning music into wallpaper.
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