I confess to not totes understanding all this, but it is for sure interesting that both you and ChatGPT seem to have confused David Cassidy with Shaun Cassidy.
(Edit: Though I grant that it’s of course entirely possible that the apparent Tiger Beat misprision may be part of the gambit…)
Ouf! As if we needed any more proof that the past is slipping away from us. I confess that's just a straight-up mistake on my part, with no creative purpose whatsoever. I give myself a 24-hour window to correct mistakes, so that's what I'll do -- and I'll also add a photo credit.
I, for one, am heartened by the conclusion that we cannot be saved (not what I would call it) from a feeling I'd rather feel. Thank you so much for this wonderful piece.
I'm sitting on a rickety dock on a little lake in the woods of upstate New York state, just shy of the Adirondack State Park and the "dread" song is a wonderful accompaniment to the crickets and frogs, as the line of the sunset slowly rises up the trees.
I at once share the sentiment of dread but am also forced by circumstances to not be able to summon the energy or desire to really feel it in any other way than logically because, well, it's so nice here, and the music of nature and your guitar are so nice and it's just impossible not to enjoy life, ya know?
I love the idea of treating ChatGPT as your alter ego. This was probably one of the most surreal experience I’ve had reading one of your pieces. Well done sir!
A small part of that must also come from the fact that despite using ChatGPT on an almost daily basis, I’ve never actually listened to its music. I’m probably late to this party but I’m off to go spend the rest of my evening thinking about the implications of a nonentity being able to produce inoffensive, passable folk music.
Speaking of which, I wonder if ChatGPT could have come up with “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes?
God knows how many billions of words have been spilled across the internet on the topic of our technological moment, but as usual only you come close to actually capturing the damn thing
I confess to not totes understanding all this, but it is for sure interesting that both you and ChatGPT seem to have confused David Cassidy with Shaun Cassidy.
(Edit: Though I grant that it’s of course entirely possible that the apparent Tiger Beat misprision may be part of the gambit…)
Ouf! As if we needed any more proof that the past is slipping away from us. I confess that's just a straight-up mistake on my part, with no creative purpose whatsoever. I give myself a 24-hour window to correct mistakes, so that's what I'll do -- and I'll also add a photo credit.
Really thought that was a bit. Had me feeling crazy there for about two minutes. Nice.
Okay--isn't that Shaun Cassidy? I am genuinely confused by this comment. I had a huge crush on Shaun, and that is definitely him. or is it...
Those songs are damn good man. I'd like to read the lyrics.
I, for one, am heartened by the conclusion that we cannot be saved (not what I would call it) from a feeling I'd rather feel. Thank you so much for this wonderful piece.
I'm sitting on a rickety dock on a little lake in the woods of upstate New York state, just shy of the Adirondack State Park and the "dread" song is a wonderful accompaniment to the crickets and frogs, as the line of the sunset slowly rises up the trees.
I at once share the sentiment of dread but am also forced by circumstances to not be able to summon the energy or desire to really feel it in any other way than logically because, well, it's so nice here, and the music of nature and your guitar are so nice and it's just impossible not to enjoy life, ya know?
I love the idea of treating ChatGPT as your alter ego. This was probably one of the most surreal experience I’ve had reading one of your pieces. Well done sir!
A small part of that must also come from the fact that despite using ChatGPT on an almost daily basis, I’ve never actually listened to its music. I’m probably late to this party but I’m off to go spend the rest of my evening thinking about the implications of a nonentity being able to produce inoffensive, passable folk music.
Speaking of which, I wonder if ChatGPT could have come up with “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes?
I love the songs!!
Quel artiste complet ce Justin !
“car l’adieu c’est la nuit”
“I whisper the name of a dead old tree” ouuuuuh! (wonderful) :-))
Just realised that "car l'adieu, c'est la nuit" was a verse by Emily Dickinson. (maybe a coïncidence, but a beautiful one).
And now I have that feeling. Depressing!
He isn't. But, how can you be sure?
https://endlesschain.substack.com/p/how-can-we-be-sure
His last words were, "I wasted so much time."
I love your writing even more now that I can compare it to your singing.
God knows how many billions of words have been spilled across the internet on the topic of our technological moment, but as usual only you come close to actually capturing the damn thing