39

There is a website that lets you check if your music has been used to train AI.

39 tracks.

39 songs I’ve written, recorded, released.

39 entries in a database.

It’s a strange feeling.

For an AI model, 39 songs are nothing.

A tiny drop in an ocean of training data.

Barely noticeable.

But for me, those 39 tracks feel a little different.

They’re not data.

They’re stories.

39 moments.

39 versions of myself.

Some were written during beautiful times.

Some during difficult ones.

Some took years to finish.

Others arrived all at once.

A song about love.

A song about leaving.

A song written in a tiny apartment.

A song written on the road far from home.

A song that nobody heard.

A song that reached millions.

To a machine, they’re audio files. bits and bytes.

To me, they’re pieces of a life.

Writing songs is still one of the most beautiful things I know.

Sitting down with a guitar.

Staring out a window.

Trying to make sense of something.

Finding a sentence that feels true.

Finding a melody that didn’t exist five minutes ago.

39 tracks.

A tiny drop in an ocean.

An entire life to me.