Album-A-Day

I came across this website a few days ago.

It’s a collective art community, with a number of projects people can participate in. One is called “Album-A-Day” – where musicians have 24 hours to write and record an entire album worth of songs. 388 albums contributed so far.

The inspiration can be found at the bottom of the page: “A Bad Song is Better Than No Song.”

Their rules: The songs have to be written and recorded (start to finish) in 24 hours. Minimum of 20 minutes of music or 30 songs. Entire album free for download on the net.

I’m changing things a bit. This is what it’ll look like for me:

  • 24 hours, start to finish (5 pm Friday to 5 pm Saturday)
  • At least 7 songs.
  • Aiming for 25 – 35 minutes of quality material for your sonic enjoyment.

Between now and 5 pm, I’m looking for ALL the suggestions you can give me – ideas, themes, phrases, concepts, images, whatever… I wanna pack ideas into the comments of this blog that I’ll pull out just before I lock myself in my apartment at 5pm tonight.

If you’ve ever had the thought: “Someone should write a song about that” – this is YOUR chance!

I’ll see you back here on Monday, hopefully with a half-decent Album to offer you for free!

(Dear goodness, panic starts NOW.)

:shock:

If Jerry Calls, Don’t Answer

We need to know about this advancement in technology. I honestly wouldn’t have believed it if this hadn’t happened to me…

I stepped into the building around 11:20 am, just twenty minutes shy of when I was supposed to arrive for the interview. Of course I spent the past 25 minutes driving through the maze of corporate buildings looking for this place.

I followed the lunch delivery lady to a locked glass door. Lights on. People working. Locked. Rang the doorbell as she mumbled under her breath: “Beware of employers who lock their door like this.” Great…

The receptionist let us in and I filled out a detailed visitor sign-in sheet. Strange.

The company runs automated phone services for many other services/hospitals/insurance companies in the medical field. The technology is top-of-the-line, award-winning, innovative, conversational, based on logic, responsive to the individual. Voice recognition software, blah blah blah.

The job? Transcription. Type out the messages that people leave during this automated call. No problem.

I was interviewed by a woman who was a Ph.D., author, and instructor at one of the most prestigious universities in Boston: “We have human voice models and scripts that are constantly being improved.” “We tell our executive board that we need to use southern accents when calling the south. People don’t want to talk to a New England voice.” “There’s a database of over 1 million names, recorded by a human voice, each representing a person on our client’s call list.” “The voice recognition only really recognizes yes and no answers.”

Only yes or no? Strange again. Why is that so innovative?! Cell phones can do better than that!

During the interview, I took a quick transcription test. Most messages were about prescriptions or doctors appointments. But one was different: “You obviously don’t have a grasp of the English language. I said ‘Why not!?’ As in ‘Sure! Why not!?’ You asked if I’d rather try X medication instead of Y medication. I said ‘Why not!?” If you go as one of your colleagues, they will tell you that this is an acceptable phrase in the English language.”

Why is he telling a computer to ask colleagues about a phrase?

I tried to shake the heebie-jeebies as I left the building. Called Drew to tell him I was certain they liked me and will offer me the position.

I couldn’t help but wonder what in the HECK was going on in that office!? Something wasn’t right. I rehearsed everything in my head. Then it dawned on me and I was shocked. Scared. And a bit skeptical.

The next morning I talked it out with Drew, who hesitantly said it might be possible. But, by the time I heard from their HR department I’d nearly talked myself out of this theory. There’s just now way. But, I asked… just in case.

And I was right.

“Most people don’t realize they are talking to an application because our technology is so good.”

This means they think they are talking to a human. This is good? Good? Companies want you to think you’re receiving genuine human interest, even though it’s automated? Sounds bad to me. Sounds like they are facilitating a false impression.

The next night, I told this story at Bible Study. One of the women in the group nearly came out of her seat. Three weeks ago she received a call regarding some new children’s movies. “Hi Jessica, my name is Jerry and I’m with ……” She spent ten minutes talking to Jerry before he had trouble with his volume and the call was dropped. When she called back, a telemarketer (surrounded by all the telemarketing chatter) re-connected her with Jerry and they started all over again verbatim: “Hi Jessica, my name is Jerry and I’m with ….”

Same script.

Same tones.

Same interaction.

She was floored. She realized she had an entire conversation with a computer who WAS ANSWERING HER QUESTIONS!!!

I asked her to describe how she felt: “Betrayed, deceived, stupid, embarrassed…”

Has this ever happened to anyone else?

Do I Know You?

Yesterday I ran into three seminary girlfriends. One of them said, “Hey this is kinda strange to see you – I’m watching a video of you right now.” She flipped her mac around to reveal my blog pulled up on the screen.

“You read my blog?!” I asked.

“Yeah. I sometimes do… Is that weird?”

Let me take a minute to say that it’s not really weird that people from my real life read stuff around here… But it still strikes me funny when I have this conversation. I’ve struggled to find a way to describe it, until yesterday:

“Well… It’s kinda like… Say you invited a friend over for dinner at 7:30, only to find out that they came early – at 7:20 – and just stared in your window for ten minutes watching you. Not in a weird way. Just out there when they could be in here.”

Immediately one of the others mumbled: “I read your blog sometimes, too.”

And the other? “I don’t read your blog. Is THAT weird???”

Amidst the laughter I realized that is sort of what it feels like to find out that a real-life friend is reading – as if they are just looking in my house when they could really come inside. I’d LOVE to talk to them about some of the stuff that I write about. I just don’t always know how interested they might be.

(I say “they” knowing that “you” might be reading.)

I put this stuff up for the world to see but don’t always know who, in my world, is looking. You’re always welcome to come over. You’re welcome to look into my world. You’re welcome to hang out.

Knock. Ring the doorbell. I’d love to know you’re here.