Originally Posted by Sunset Poet
Originally Posted by Fdemetrio
I think if talent is not a factor at all, that's where the music industry dies.

The music business and the illegal drug trade are both rooted in triggering the production of endorphins and similar substances.

It doesn't matter whether the nature of the stimulus source is "Hey Jude" or Rusty the Robot's song.
When DJ's became a celebrated entertainment form, I regarded that as empty, strange and a low bar for talent. But some DJs became big stars that drew crowds.

The results are far from in with regard to what Rusty the Robot can get done.
If he can drive endorphins, dopamine, et al...then Rusty will be a spectacle and a star.


Rusty the Robot is not real.
You can talk to a human artist. When you talk to Rusty, you’re talking to the guy who invented Rusty. He pushed a button for the lyrics, pushed another button for the music, then invented a fake biography.
“Rusty grew up poor in West Texas, playing his daddy’s old guitar.”
Bullshit. Rusty grew up Tuesday afternoon on a laptop.
And people are buying it.
Then everybody cries, “AI took my job!”
Well, hell, you bought tickets to see Rusty.
I think a hooker has better business ethics.
At least there’s truth in advertising.
“I’m a hooker. You’re paying for sex.”
Fair enough. Nobody gets halfway through and discovers she was generated by Suno.
Meanwhile, Nashville burned to the ground over robots.
I left my heart in Nashville.
Unfortunately, Nashville is now a data center.
BREAKING NEWS:
The fictional owner of Suno was found murdered in a country song last night.
Police have identified several imaginary suspects: three guitar players, a drummer, two songwriters, and a steel player who said, “I was never here.”
Details at 11.
In related news, guitar sales went up 50 percent.
Voice lessons doubled.
Songwriters across America suddenly screamed:
“[naughty word removed]! NOW I HAVE TO SING IT MYSELF!”
One man complained, “I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve gained 300 pounds since Suno was invented.”
Go jogging.
“I can’t sing while jogging.”
You can’t sing standing still either. You’ll be fine.
Look at Elvis Nash.
“That guy sucks.”
Exactly. Yet somehow he keeps singing.
“How old is he now, 90?”
Nobody knows. Carbon dating came back inconclusive.
In other news, Bible sales dropped 30 percent.
Andy Atheist was reached for comment.
“No comment.”
“Why not?”
“I’m an atheist. What the hell do you want me to say about Bible sales?”
And finally tonight, scientists have confirmed something humans apparently forgot:
Nothing beats real music.
Except maybe a damn good joke about it.
This has been Rusty Robot News.
None of our anchors are real.
Neither are our ratings.
Details at 11.

ELVIS NASH sings like he has hemorrhoids. horrible person . Ugly as mud on a fence. Always bragging about younger women , Guy has no morals at all

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Last edited by bennash; 09/06/26 04:54 AM.
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