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Uh... did somebody say "Math Rock"?

FROM December 14, 2003

As the final paragraph indicates, this is either depressing proof of the predictability/redundance of the Top 40, or affirming and uniting, in that people can respond to the same tones and patterns in the same ways. WE'RE ALL CONNECTED, MAN. I think we should make legislation NOW that says if a label uses Hit Song Science to make its tracks, we should be alerted, PMRC style, with a sticker: "Warning: These Tunes are Prosthetic."

Hold up, wait a minute: is music generated via artifical intelligence even music? (If so, I totally have a boyfriend on SIMS.) In the interest of not being cynical--about the possibility of a producer changing tracks in order to be more algorithmically resonant (aka monetarily rewarding)--what if tweaking music in Hit Song Science is, essentially, a more efficient method of communication? (Because its manipulated modes are both music AND math.)

But it's all right for now, because there will always be the folks who like their art messy, and bloodied with mistakes.
Like right now, I, personally, would way rather listen to the difficult jawed rhythms of Gyorgy Kurtag than booooring old Beethoven.

<< | Posted on December 14, 2003 at 5:26 AM | >>

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