About Tracy Sabin

In 1980, the world fell apart. The marriage failed. The new role, single dad, unanticipated and unprepared for. The big dream, making a living as a freelance illustrator, aborted when the money from the sale of the house ran out. Back to corporate staff artist. A cog in the machine. The social awkwardness not helping. How to cope? There was a Casio keyboard. And a TEAC recorder. Noodling. Revising. Zero stagecraft. But the songs proliferated. Imperfect. Clumsy. Not a performer, perhaps a melodist. This was the therapy. Hundreds of tunes over decades, hidden on 21 reels of magnetized, rust-coated ribbons of plastic in cardboard boxes in the bedroom closet. The big dream gradually built back. An illustrator, after all! Fast forward. AI is here. 10,000 versions of a logo in 10 minutes! AI sucks! SunoAI offers humanity’s musical knowledge to assist orchestration! AI rocks? These concerns cause confusion, surprise, alarm, elation.