People sometimes think a sabbatical is a vacation. And though I joked to that effect at times, it is not. It is a chance to step back from teaching for (in my case) an academic year, to rebuild and decide what direction to take with one’s future (I already taught a class this summer, but this is officially coming back now). I loved being an academic, it was my dream job; but after all that, I admit there were moments when I thought about doing something else with the last couple thousand weeks of my life (noting that 40 years is about 2,040 weeks, and if I am lucky and attend to my health a bit better, I might have that long). Being a public educator and scientist is a really difficult place to be right now. I understand why people in my profession are leaving, not just the profession, but the States, though I think we as a country will be lesser without them.

There are a lot of criticisms of AI. Some strike me as valid; others do not…but when I pause to think about exactly what AI applications in a certain domain, such as music, should be allowed or forbidden, I am at something of a loss. This is a shift from social problems to the aesthetic, artistic, dimension. I can’t seem to escape the Enlightenment tendency to treat the aesthetic as something subjective, relative to the eye of the beholder. As a middle-aged guitar player who has spent thousands of hours learning to play, there’s the tempting reactionary tack, that people who use AI to make music aren’t “really” musicians, because they don’t “really” play an “instrument.” Here’s why I think that’s arbitrary, silly nonsense…

I found two easy ways to practice what I preach, to stop functioning from overwork to burnout like that crappy old guitar amp.