I was at an open mic night last week, watching a friend pour her heart into a song she'd worked on for months. The crowd felt every note because we knew the struggle behind it — the late nights, the self-doubt, the joy of finally getting it right. That's what music is supposed to be: human stories told through human voices.
Now imagine scrolling through Spotify and finding thousands of AI-generated tracks flooding the charts. They'd be perfectly polished, sure, but they'd lack that raw, messy soul that makes a song stick with you. Streaming platforms already pay artists pennies per stream. Adding AI songs to the mix would just bury real musicians even further.
I get the appeal of endless new music, but at what cost? We'd be trading genuine creativity for cheap imitations. Let's keep streaming platforms a space for human expression, not algorithmic filler.