Picture this: you're driving home, a song comes on shuffle, and it hits you right in the chest. It sounds so personal, so raw. Then you find out an algorithm wrote it in four seconds using recycled scraps of a hundred other artists. That feeling you had? It wasn't real connection, it was a trick.
I get the appeal of AI music, honestly. It's cheap, it's endless, and it's convenient. But streaming platforms are where culture lives now. If we flood them with infinite AI-generated content, we're not just adding options—we're drowning out the human beings who pour their actual lives into their work. From a deontological perspective, we owe artists basic respect for their labor. An AI song doesn't just compete; it mimics and replaces without consent.
And here's the utilitarian question: does this make the world better? More music isn't the same as better music. It's noise. I'd rather have a thousand heartfelt songs than a million manufactured ones. Because art should come from someone, not something.