Magnetic Poet

The Poet would sprinkle some iron shavings on a large white board, and then place a bunch of randomly tangled wires under the board.  Then he would run electricity through each wire.

The shavings would then rearrange.  The results would then be decoded into poetry.

Sometimes, the results were good.

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Robots Can Play Ukelele?

I sang my song, and the robot listened intently.

“Let me prove that I can play.  Let me add a solo, at the end,” it asked.

I recorded its solo, mixed it in with the song, and we both listened to the results.

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The robot seemed content.

I was uneasy.

Writer’s / composer’s / performer’s / music producer’s note: this is the version of the song I originally intended to post yesterday, but I needed help to produce the synth solo at the end, which is why the original version fades out, instead of reaching the original ending I’d recorded.  I won’t take credit for the synthy addition, but the person who contributed them wishes to remain anonymous (but not out of shame, from what I can tell.)

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