<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[September Snow's Journal]]></title><description><![CDATA[A log documenting my experiences with AI in both work and life.]]></description><link>https://septembersnow.hashnode.dev</link><image><url>https://cdn.hashnode.com/res/hashnode/image/upload/v1593680282896/kNC7E8IR4.png</url><title>September Snow&apos;s Journal</title><link>https://septembersnow.hashnode.dev</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2026 15:39:29 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://septembersnow.hashnode.dev/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><ttl>60</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Words Over Luck: How I Stopped Gambling with AI Music Generators]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Sound of the Generation Button, and Initial Euphoria
It all started with a post that happened to float down my social media timeline. The song, which someone had apparently created using AI, sound]]></description><link>https://septembersnow.hashnode.dev/words-over-luck-how-i-stopped-gambling-with-ai-music-generators</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://septembersnow.hashnode.dev/words-over-luck-how-i-stopped-gambling-with-ai-music-generators</guid><category><![CDATA[AI Music]]></category><category><![CDATA[ai music generator]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[September Snow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2026 06:17:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://cdn.hashnode.com/uploads/covers/6a992fcc93c7521cb37e15b3/4c092ff9-c687-4262-ad94-2c2888cd7121.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2>The Sound of the Generation Button, and Initial Euphoria</h2>
<p>It all started with a post that happened to float down my social media timeline. The song, which someone had apparently created using AI, sounded so natural, like a new release from a real artist, that it immediately caught my ear. "Can an individual really make something like this?" Unable to resist my curiosity, I immediately started playing around with a tool that was generating a lot of buzz: <a href="https://suno.com/">Suno</a>.</p>
<p>I typed a few short words like "cheerful song" or "melancholic melody" into the prompt field and hit the generate button. In just a few seconds, a melody rose up, accompaniment kicked in, and even vocals began to flow. At first, I was simply thrilled by the sheer speed at which sound appeared before me.</p>
<p>That was where my exploration truly began. I tried <a href="https://www.udio.com/">Udio</a>, renowned for its expressive vocals; experimented with cutting-edge technology like Lyria 3; and even ventured into platforms like <a href="https://www.mureka.ai/">Mureka</a> and <a href="https://somio.ai/">Somio</a>, which integrate everything from music creation to music video production. Every time I switched tools or mechanics, a fresh sonic texture was born. The more I experimented, the more new surprises and discoveries I stumbled upon.</p>
<p>From then on, my days of repeatedly hitting the generate button began, almost like pulling for characters in a gacha game. "If I press it one more time, what kind of incredible track will pop out?" What I felt back then was a pure sense of anticipation toward the unknown, brought by sheer chance.</p>
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<h2>A Growing Sense of Disconnect: Emptiness in a Sea of Randomness</h2>
<p>However, as the number of generated songs grew from dozens to hundreds, a subtle sense of disconnect began to take root in my mind.</p>
<p>"I feel like I've heard this somewhere before."</p>
<p>The audio fidelity was polished, and the song progressions were smooth. Yet, every track began to feel like it shared a similar structure and a similar atmosphere. What lay before me was simply a lineup of "averagely pleasant sounds" that the machine had learned everyone tends to enjoy.</p>
<p>What felt most lonely was that no matter how high the completion quality of a song was, it somehow felt completely detached from me. I was the one who pressed the button, but I wasn't the one who chose the sound. Leaving everything to chance yielded not a sense of accomplishment, but a hollow emptiness.</p>
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<h2>Having an Intent: Pulling Sounds Closer with Words</h2>
<p>"Let's stop leaving this to luck." Having made up my mind, I decided to change my approach before hitting that generate button.</p>
<p>Instead of just writing "a sad song," I started feeding it more specific and constrained descriptions.</p>
<ul>
<li><p>Focus on a slightly raspy, clean electric guitar instead of a piano</p>
</li>
<li><p>Cut the bustling drums to create a quietness reminiscent of a rainy midnight</p>
</li>
<li><p>Use a warm, human singing voice reminiscent of old-school rock</p>
</li>
</ul>
<p>When I did, the sounds coming back from the other side of the screen began to change drastically.</p>
<p>There were moments when combining unexpected instruments sparked a miraculous harmony. At the same time, I learned that feeding it contradictory words resulted in muddy sounds and chaotic, bizarre tracks.</p>
<p>The feeling of my own words directly reflecting in the sound—including the failures—brought a genuine sense of "dialogue" that was completely absent when I was just playing the lottery.</p>
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<h2>Anatomizing My Own "Preferences" Before Putting Them Into Words</h2>
<p>The more detailed I tried to make my instructions, the harder I hit a specific wall. It was this: if you don't know what kind of sound you actually want to hear, the words simply won't come out.</p>
<p>Refining words wasn't an exercise in writing a command spec sheet. It was the very process of dissecting the vague "likes" and "images" inside myself and giving them form through language.</p>
<ul>
<li><p>Why does this song feel unsatisfactory? (Is the bass resonance too light?)</p>
</li>
<li><p>Is the "sadness" I'm seeking about a slower tempo, or does it live in the negative space between notes?</p>
</li>
</ul>
<p>AI wasn't a tool to spare me the effort of thinking. Rather, it stood like a mirror, sharply questioning my sensibilities and choices: "What do you really want to do?"</p>
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<h2>Beyond the Gacha: The Human Work That Remains</h2>
<p>The charm of AI music generation lies in how easily anyone can produce sound. Yet, bringing a small piece of intention into that overwhelming convenience—refusing to leave everything to luck—is where I feel the true joy of creating resides.</p>
<p>Picking a miraculous track out of a sea of randomness is certainly one way to enjoy it. However, taking the faint hint of a sound inside your head and gradually pulling it into reality through the power of language...</p>
<p>What remains after pressing the generate button is not just a filtering process. It is understanding what moves your heart and unyieldingly choosing your words. I believe that is precisely the precious work left for humans in an era where we make music alongside new tools.</p>
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