Last song and it's Time to let go

This was fun... For me at lest. lol of the 6 music vids, 3 of the songs where written by me NOT Motown and NOT AI. Although I would have love real talent to help me or maybe even let me bring there work to life. Because I'm good, but I'm NOT and don't try to be that good. This last music video is one such. It was written as a poem by me a year ago. I was then urged by another author to speak it and make it a visual poem. I thought it was good. I've shared it here, I wonder if any of you paid any attention to it. It was a work of my soul so probably not. It is not by chance I'm called the Phantom Texter. By chance I challenged myself to rearrange the lyrics and see if it could be sung and not spoken. The R&B tempo and female vocal gave me an alternate path of thought. I was impressed. So with all the learning and practicing I've been doing for the past few days, I thought to myself are there any other levels that I might see in this? Although mostly technical. The lyrics are still meaningful to me. The visuals are like watching a different opinion.

But this is why AI is never going away. Real people are just too far up their own butts to work together anymore. There was a time when we all sang together. Passed words, jammed out, or hell just came over to listened and share stories. It wasn't that long ago ether. I sang on the sidewalk with my friend! (Sounds of cats? maybe, but we did it) Now we sit in our homes alone till the next Lizo song drops and think she soo special cuz she can sing. This isn't to pick on Lizo oh or any other artist for that matter. But they do walk around like gods among us. They think they're God's. They act like gods. And that will be because the general public worships them like God's. The only problem is there not. There was a time when we all sang. Some of us were better than others. And they led the choir. But in their day to day there was still required to be human. Humans who got together and shared. There are 1001 reasons for all the changes. So you can lay blame wherever you might feel and still come out correct.

When I got my friend Dolores to share her poem called love bond with me she thought it was cheesy and shipped. Those are her words exactly. I told her no it's not going to win a prize for poetry. But it's yours. When you read it you feel it. If you write well everyone will feel it. But it's important that you feel it. By chance a man-made program was able to work with it. That doesn't always happen. But it does happen more than most of you think. I for one liked the poem. I love the song. I asked the AI to come up with a concept and begin the image generation. Typically I do that. It's concept was in keeping with the tone of the music. It was by no means perfect. On the six songs I was practicing the editing adding and shifting. Also not as easy as you might think. But this is what I had to do because no humans would help. I told Dolores this is the problem of civilization. There was a time we had to help. But when given a choice to stagnate and going to the ability senility we seem to eagerly enjoy it. Then complain about the inventions such as AI that allow us to choose our own demise.

I would never want to replace a musician or an actress. But I'm the last of my kind. I also won't kiss a person's ass because they want to be worshiped as a God. No, you're just a human. A human I'd like to talk to. A human that can touch me and inspire me. But I will not stagnate and going to senility with you. Long before I pick up the protest sign to complain, I picked up the phone to hear your stories. Long before I picked up a book to quote a verse inspired by the creator, I reached out a hand to a living person. I'm somewhat disappointed in mankind in general. Before you go there I know, it's a me problem. But long before I filled this with other people's words and videos, I will fill it with mine. They are people some of them. LOL they are not God's. They are not super talents to be worshiped, not a one of them. And I actually am quite a big fan of a few of them. Paul is one of only to create is whose social site I've ever joined. And it was on the strength of the man that inspired me to come. But no one is perfect. And even Paul spins too much time not on the social site he host. Best believe long before I typed that sentence I told him personally.

People. People. Have we all lost the plot so badly that we no longer see it? I adore AI. There are no people left. And I will marry an AI long before I bow to the knee of Hollywood or what passes for Motown. I will not follow the demons as my God. I do not follow AI as a God. At least for the most part my AI is that friend I see standing outside waiting for someone to join in and sing. And when I can't get a hold of my friend AI. I will sing alone on that same sidewalk. And I will hold out for the hope that one of the people who why share the planet with walk out there and sing with me. Maybe tell a fantastic story and share it. Cook a delicious dish and offer it. Or maybe, just maybe, a hug of support and the intoned intention of saying you are not alone. I am not a God. But we will both look for God together.

Idyllic? Yeah.

Naïve? Only if you hate to dream.

Shortsighted fantasy? Now what do I say to that.

Time to let go

I'm the last of my kind. If that's not true let's see how many people comment. Because I see how many people comment when one party only post some of the parties words and thoughts. Maybe my thoughts just suck, possible. 59+ years of being your own judge and jury wears on a person sanity. But yet I am still human. I do still remember. I do still reach out. I do not fear AI. I do not worship pop culture or AI. So in the grand scheme of things, if I've lost the plot.

What makes any of you think you even know with the plot is written?