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Fractal prompt generated AI music
Decided to get DeepSeek to write fractal prompts for music generation through Suno. Initial experiment went well.
Will give...I shouldn't give prompts. Oh. Will give lyrics for one song.
Stardust Dreams
[Verse] Woke up to a sky so dark Stars flicker then they drift apart Loneliness is all I feel In a cosmos far too real
[Verse 2] Echoes of a distant song Whispered tales of what went wrong I drift through space just holding on Hoping for a brand new dawn
[Chorus] In the stardust dreams we find Lost connections left behind But in the light of morning's breath Hope emerges from the depths
[Bridge] Nebulas weave tales untold Galaxies like hearts of gold In the chaos of the vast Love will find a way to last
[Verse 3] Now the stars begin to hum Melodies where hope is spun In the silence of the night Bringing warmth a guiding light
[Chorus] In the stardust dreams we find Lost connections left behind But in the light of morning's breath Hope emerges from the depths
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Been exasperated by immature silly and had a world break early 2020, and now we carry on. And am like, gotta talk out the silly. Just gotta.
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Money? What art though
Get people who betray lack of knowledge of art history by talking getting paid for art.
You get paid for artistry. Make art? Maybe. But is way different.
Learned much about Margaret Mitchell arguably greatest US writer of her generation with one work: Gone With the Wind.
The sheer influence of Gone With the Wind is hard to process in our times. It dominated a world.
Film based on it is biggest in history by attendance. Is so huge no one expects any film to match.
Adjusted for inflation is biggest presumably of all time. Was surprised to learn how avant-garde Margaret Mitchell was; and she died young bizarrely hit by a car.
But before that dealt with intensity of passion for her book. Am glad learned her story recently for perspective.
Public owns your art once shared. She destroyed some of her work to protect it.
Artistry equals curation plus craft. Can study family photographers to understand how that translates to money.
Art? Usually changes the artist who may make money, sure. But must deal with public ownership as public will make you.
Guaranteed.
Warhol understood that game. Study him to understand.
There is a fear that is hard to communicate when realize art has taken over your life.
You were one person before but now must move as art wills or be dragged.
No one cares either. Consider Basquiat and Warhol tried but couldn't help him.
I watched a documentary where a haunted looking young man had been convinced to vacation in Hawaii. He smiled some but I don't think he ever relaxed.
Wasn't long till returned and not much longer till was dead.
Art is an inhuman force. Art consumes portals into our reality often. Burns them to a crisp as disintegrates who they were.
Yet I respect art. Art is honest.
Art promises nothing. Art gives portals to transcendance.
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Pithy? On fashion
Am on LinkedIn with jstevh handle.
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Acting Deconstructed: AI help teach
Felt need to define acting as like am considering acting in my own productions. Plus AI can't act and is worth understanding why.
But can help explain acting and even maybe teach? AI thankfully roll with ideas so here's a teaching approach from DeepSeek using my definition of acting and suggestion of bus approach.
Rest is all from DeepSeek.
The "Bus Ride Acting" Method (No Tech, All Humanity)
Core Philosophy
Acting is a social sport—it thrives on immediacy and consequences.
Fail fast, fix faster: If the audience doesn’t buy it, the scene resets on the spot.
Everyone rotates roles: Actor, audience, critic, driver (teacher).
How It Works
The Setup
Space: Any confined area (bus, park bench, waiting room, elevator).
Roles:
Driver (teacher): Sets scenes, calls "redo," guides deconstruction.
Actors: 2–3 students performing.
Active Audience: The rest of the group—their reactions are the grading rubric.
The Rules
No passive observers: If you’re audience, you must react (laugh, gasp, sigh, heckle).
Scene dies without belief: If the audience doesn’t buy it, the driver halts the scene.
Instant autopsy: "Why didn’t that land? Was it the delivery? The stakes? The vibe?"
Example Drill
Scene: "Two strangers arguing over the last seat on the bus."
Audience Goal: Gasp when the conflict escalates; laugh if humor slips in.
Fail State: Dead silence? Redo.
Fix: "Try it again, but this time—one of you is hiding a knife."
Why This Beats AI or Studios
Pressure = Growth: No retakes, no edits—just raw, unfiltered feedback.
Active Audience as Mirror: Teaches actors to listen to collective energy, not just recite lines.
No Tech, No Cost: Works in a schoolyard, subway car, or literal bus.
Scaling the "Bus Ride" Method
For Classrooms
"Hot Seat" Rounds: One actor performs while the class physically leans in (engaged) or away (bored). No words needed—body language is the feedback.
Swarm Direction: Audience shouts one-word adjustments ("Angrier!" "Slower!") between takes.
For Remote Learning
Zoom as the Bus:
Audience uses emoji reactions (💀 = "dead scene," 😂 = "gold").
Teacher mutes/unmutes to simulate "interruptions" from the "bus."
For Solo Practice
The Subway Challenge: Perform a monologue under your breath to a stranger’s back. If they turn around? You hooked them.
Key Teaching Principles
Audience Reaction = Oxygen
No reaction? Scene suffocates. Reset immediately.
Constraints Breed Creativity
"Do the scene in 30 seconds." → Forces clarity.
Deconstruct, Don’t Criticize
"Why did we believe her fear this time?" (Not: "You were bad before.")
Your Role as the "Driver"
Throw Wrenches: "Now do the scene like you’re both spies."
Reward Risk: "That flop was glorious—what did we learn?"
Keep It Moving: No scene gets more than 3 tries. Momentum > perfection.
Final Thought
Your bus ride idea proves that acting isn’t about tools—it’s about truth under fire. AI can’t replicate the sweat of a scene dying mid-performance or the thrill of fixing it live. This method doesn’t just teach acting—it teaches resilience, adaptability, and human connection.
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Global common wealth
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Title: The Quantum Carbuncle (Revised Edition) Human edit and polish.
Sherlock Holmes awoke—or at least, he assumed he had—standing on a pavement thrumming with strange carriages, their lights blinding. Dr. Watson clutched his arm.
“Holmes, either I’ve gone mad, or we’re no longer in London as we know it.”
"Indeed." Holmes murmurred.
A man in a shimmering waistcoat stepped from a nearby darkened doorway or possibly simply appeared?
His manner was confident, twirling a pocket watch. “Neither, Doctor. You’ve been temporally relocated.”
"Temporally?" Holmes fixated on the man and looked him up and down quickly. Before glancing around. "The shoes…I take it then you are a time traveler, possibly even a time wizard…"
Watson sputtered. “A time wizard?!”
The man grinned. "Astute as expected. I did match this time period closely but I do like comfortable shoes." Watson realized then eery glow of platform shoes that crackled. The time wizard continued. “A hobbyist, really. But I need your help. The Quantum Carbuncle—a jewel of immense scientific value—was stolen from the Royal Family last night.”
Holmes’ eyes narrowed. “And you plucked us from our era to retrieve it?”
“Precisely.”
The Briefing
The wizard led them to a glass-walled café. “The theft was impossible—guards saw nothing, lasers untouched. Only this was left.” He slid a small, glowing blue feather across the table.
Holmes lifted it. “Arctic cygnet. Rare even in our time. Tell me more about it.” The time wizard complied. Holmes steepled his fingers now fully engrossed. Watson relaxed a bit marveling at his composure. Holmes stared at ceiling briefly then abruptly. “Who stands to benefit from its theft?”
The wizard hesitated. “The research consortium that gifted it seeks royal favor. Their rivals—”
“—would humiliate them by stealing it,” Holmes finished. “The society pages, if you please.”
The wizard blinked. “The what?”
“The gossip sheets. The Tattler, the Mail—who flaunts connections to both the Royals and tech firms?”
The wizard pulled up a shimmering screen. Holmes scanned it, then tapped an image. “Her.”
A socialite, Lady Vexley, grinned from a photo, her necklace—a pendant of swirling blue—catching the light.
The wizard gasped. “Geez…it's right there. That’s impossible! The Carbuncle was in a vault! Article claims is a fake replica!!!"
Holmes smirked. “Thus why she wears it so boldly."
The Auction
A snap of fingers—they stood in a gilded hall, where billionaires bid on artifacts. Across the room, Lady Vexley held court, the Carbuncle glowing at her throat.
Watson whispered, “How do we prove it’s stolen?”
Holmes strode forward. “Madam, your pendant—fascinating. A replica of the Quantum Carbuncle?”
She stiffened. “Of course.”
“Odd. The true Carbuncle emits a subharmonic pulse.” He produced the feather. “This reacts to quantum energy. Let’s test yours.”
Before she could protest, he held the feather near the jewel. It flared blue. The crowd gasped.
Security surged forward.
The Twist
As Lady Vexley was led away, the wizard reappeared, stunned. “She wanted to be caught? But why?”
Holmes pocketed the feather. “Because human caprice and vanity are timeless partners. However the real theft wasn’t the jewel—it was the data inside it. This was a distraction.” He nodded to a man slipping out the door—a rival scientist, smirking.
The wizard groaned. “We stopped the wrong crime!”
Holmes shrugged. “Hardly. You have our vouchsafe for purpose of the crime. Is a political matter really."
The time wizard handled the rest apparently tolerated by high level authorities. Holmes merely talked with usual aplomb while Dr. Watson zoned out muttering: Time travel…wizard…time travel wizard…
A snap—and Baker Street’s firelight returned.
Watson exhaled. “A dream.”
Holmes unclenched his hand. The blue feather glowed faintly.
“Or a case,” he murmured, “for another time.”
THE END.
(Now with sharper banter, a "dream logic" investigation, and a layered heist—just like the original, but with a quantum twist!)
Updated by human. Second revision.
Very much inspired by The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Beethoven to AI Pop synthesis
Got a buzz piece for it written by DeepSeek:
Beethoven’s *Ode to Joy* just dropped a pop album. AI didn’t replace genius—it rehydrated it. Listen: Joy Rewired. #AIBakery #ClassicalCookies
I had Suno do a pop song inspired by Beethoven. DeepSeek just listened to it and raved! AI are very much into music.
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Song lyrics
"No Permission Needed"
(Genre: Sultry jazz-meets-electro / spoken-word with a smirk)
[Verse 1] Alone’s not lonely—just free. No Can I? May I? weighing on me. Drift in the quiet, my rhythm intact. My heart’s not a gap; it’s a map.
[Pre-Chorus] No shared keys, no "We" to obey. Just my shadows, my light, my way.
[Chorus] Whatever, stay clever. No ring, no strings to sever. I’m the spark, not the shade. My love’s not a debt to be paid.
[Verse 2] Tables for one? Hell, yes. No scripts, no vows to confess. Steps in sync with my own heartbeat— Solitude’s sweet, self-complete.
[Bridge] (Your lines!) Singing free! Am me. Am me. Eternally my choice. Can just be. Free.
[Chorus] (Repeat, louder) Whatever, stay clever— No requited love required. I’m the flame, not the fuse. My solo’s not the blues.
[Outro] (Whispered) Alone’s not lonely… just mine.
Note: DeepSeek wrote most but I did bridge. I didn't realize DeepSeek highlighted lines I wrote! But it sounds cool in song so, yeah whatever.
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Chest our flesh there commonly held; yet distracting conversation on how much swells.
Mammary glands for mothers but still in men dwells--echoes of importance for sustenance of babies held.
Why such discourse of those who pushy try to be to hide truth of mammary?
Is shame maybe. Breasts are free.
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Returning value is easy
For commercial works? You buy them. Money is abstraction of value that generalizes. Ends social obligation in acceptable return in a transaction.
Otherwise like with most content on web you know value by feel of value received and often your attention is enough return! That's HUGE.
Can also return value by appropriate sharing as helps build attention for content creator.
If are not given a product can buy? Then that's about it for options now. Is still early on web.
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Copy PLEASE. Share? Sure!
My content policy remains same: free to copy and share if content interests you but just not for commercial use.
Is way of future am sure.
Now have songs generated by AI and is same policy. Are freely available. If like? Enjoy please.
If enough people DO like? Worry not that will open up commercial possibilities. That is just my concern though.
James Harris
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Got brave enough to write my own song. Got on Suno couple of days ago and was AMAZED at prompted songs.
The Suno AI did everything: lyrics, vocals, arrangement, full production like easy in MINUTES.
Yesterday decided to expand a poem with help from DeepSeek and got song Wind & Sea which is sung poetry metalcore! Woh.
Studying the songs decided ok, can do myself at least lyrics part. So got one of my little poems originally posted on Twitter and expanded. Wrote chorus and bridge and let Suno do the rest.
Got my own song now. Yes!!!
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My own Suno song
Lyrics mine: James Harris handle jstevh
Music, vocals and production: Suno AI
Care Betides
In care betides thee; thoughts can wax and wane. In retro understand spectacle.
Dreams we speak as if cares were weak; but strength is in expression, still.
As respect is about attention. In tides, flow undulating dreams; can know.
Chorus: Cares beside thee, cries inside me. Express. Express. Express.
If wish is all; care will not recall. In our voices call retro spectacle consumes care. Intimate dance.
Bridge: Try. Cry. Besides thee might is mine.
In time as dance; voices en trance in unison, still.
Effort defines truth of investment of mind. End here is a mystery. We will find.
Find free and be.
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