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Nick Cave Meets AI
00:03:04
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| Let's go back to Tulsa to 9163. | |
| When I first heard that on KEXP, I thought, oh, fuck, please don't be about the Tulsa massacres where we burnt down Wall Street. | |
| Don't tell me misinformation is in my rock and roll. | |
| Nothing to do with that. | |
| Don't worry. | |
| He'd anchor a band from London, England. | |
| Fucking great. | |
| I worry that maybe ChatGPT AI is going to start making our music. | |
| Did you see this? | |
| They told it to make a... | |
| It's called The Red Hand Files, issue number 218. | |
| It's Nick Cave's newsletter. | |
| And people have been asking ChatGPT to make Nick Cave songs. | |
| And they send them to him. | |
| He's not happy. | |
| I'm impressed. | |
| Nick's not impressed. | |
| He doesn't like it. | |
| Yeah, the left one. | |
| So this is a computer writing a Nick Cave song. | |
| In the depths of the night I hear a call, a voice that echoes through the hall. | |
| It's a siren song that pulls me in, takes me to a place where I can't begin. | |
| I am the sinner, I am the saint. | |
| I am the darkness, I am the light. | |
| I am the hunter, I am the prey. | |
| I am the devil, I am the savior. | |
| I walk the streets with my head held high. | |
| This is fucking nick game. | |
| I've got my demons, but I'll make them fly. | |
| I'll dance with the devil and play his game. | |
| I'll be the one to call his name. | |
| Repeat chorus. | |
| I've got the blood of angels on my hands. | |
| I've got the fire of hell in my eyes. | |
| I'm the king of the abysses. | |
| It must be so insulting to realize you're that predictable, you know? | |
| But we are. | |
| We're pretty similar. | |
| I mean, I'm very special, obviously, but pretty much everyone on my street is the same. | |
| Normies, boring normies. | |
| And it makes you think, wait a minute, if you can feed it a pile of Nick Cave songs and it comes back with something this good, can I feed it my entire personality? | |
| Like at the end of that movie, Chappie with Diantward, he's shot and he's dying. | |
| So Chappie helps this packy scientist download his brain into the computer. | |
| Doesn't take that long. | |
| And then he takes it from the computer and puts it in another robot. | |
| And then it's Chappie and his friend, the other robot. | |
| And his entire personality is in there. | |
| And then I'm thinking, like, yeah, there we go. | |
| That was fast. | |
| I have thousands of hours of content that I've created. | |
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Post-Kid Upload
00:01:07
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| You can have Chappie playing while we talk about this. | |
| So I wouldn't even have to sit and say stuff to AI. | |
| What's that noise? | |
| Oh, it's behind us. | |
| I could just feed it. | |
| Free speech. | |
| Oh, my God. | |
| All my vice articles. | |
| Oh, then you're like, well, that was a different me. | |
| I was much younger then. | |
| I was like 25. | |
| I'm not sure I want that uploaded. | |
| The more recent, the better. | |
| When are you done formulating it? | |
| Probably like when you have kids. | |
| That's when you begin. | |
| No, that's when you're done, I should say. | |
| So everything post-kid I would want set in the computer. | |
| And then I die, right? | |
| Then there's a screen in the living room, in the bookshelf. | |
| And kids come home and they say, like, hey, blah, blah, blah, happened. | |
| And I would answer the way I would answer. | |
| So now we can die. | |
| Now we're immortal. | |
| There he is. | |
| Look. | |
| Turn it up. | |
| Micah, please take it slow. | |