By Michael Andor Brodeur
I’ve heard the future and it sounds confused. A cubist explosion of a memory of swing music. Amorphous reggae of depoliticized gibberish. A Stevie Wonder song stuck in a satellite. Smooth jazz so smooth you can barely tell you’re listening to it.
These are just some of my notes after spending time listening to the output of new AI music platforms. (I’m not calling it music just yet.)