the first 99 pages from a producer’s journal: #2
I dream music for a few years. From time to time. Sounds that are not here, yet. Songs I’m not able to download from my head because I am not a musician, but mainly because there are no tools available for that, yet.
Our minds are so ahead of us.
Recently, I started to record my voice singing waiting for the artificial intelligence to catch up.
Imagine that. An application that can capture the musical notes from my voice singing and turn it all into a real piece of music, into a real composition. How would that be?
It will mean everything for so many. Including filmmakers, video makers, you name it. Soundtracks.
It will hopefully also mean healing, therapy new venues, fixing the broken link between our hearts and minds. Better expressing suppressed emotions, better communication of how we feel.
It will also mean that my new folder has the potential to turn itself into an album or more.
Soon we will all be able to make music without having the skills. Imagine that.
Imagine how the music industry will change. How our lives will change.
Today I tested Music Maker to see if I can use it for my plans and projects. I learn best by doing, so I ended up with a mix that turned out into my new ringtone.
Sounds from future scenes. The name of the new playlist born from this tool and my interaction with it.
What will we be without music? Sometimes I think we’ll die instantly.
Here it is. My nano mix, the ringtone.