Billy loved to play hide and seek with his shadow.
He used to lose all the time, because his shadow would always find him again when he’d walk into the light, but Billy wised up, and beat his shadow by staying in the shade.
On overcast days, Billy was lonely.
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.
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.)
Today, instead of a 50-word story, I offer you a 50-word song, which I composed, recorded and mixed today, all by myself.
Click the play button to hear the results:
Robots can’t play
Ukelele
Their fingers are all wrong
And they’re much too strong
They’d squeeze it too tight
Plus they can’t fly a kite
Robots can’t play
Ukelele
They don’t know ’bout melody
Mess up the harmony
They can get in the rhyth’um
But a uke isn’t a drum