[Brock]

If you haven't heard of Microsoft Songsmith, here's your warning.

Songsmith automatically creates music to go along with your voice. It's really bad, to the point when you see these clips from Microsoft, you can't help but to think they're spoofs. They aren't.

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=3oGFogwcx-E

And if that's not enough:
http://www.youtube.c...h?v=op-UCyvCZWo

So then people went "Hey, what happens if I feed vocals from known songs and let Songsmith do the rest?". Well, more bad things:
http://features.csmonitor.com/innovation/2...be-hit-machine/

Songsmith sucks!


-Brock

[gazmungus]

To steal Jim's line:-

I nearly puked on my cock!


I LOVE those songsmith ads, for all of the wrong reasons of course, but I love them....

I almost shat my pants laughing.

Thanx for that Brock! Made my Monday!

[Chilly Willy]

how low can you go?

[rob]

Dudes, it's "songtastic". I think MS sets the tone for what is to come right there. The "science is cool" clip actually hurt. It made me want to die. But, it did help me understand. Obama says he's going to be closing Guantanamo and Microsoft releases Songsmith. I really can't be convinced that this is a coincidence.

[Kai]

My mind needs an enema after seeing those...

Yes, Rob, no coincidence. I truly think DARPA has an advanced aural torture programme going - and Microsoft is just one front organization they use. Anthony Lane, the New Yorker's film critic, noted that Hollywood too is in on it:

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The legal definition of torture has been much aired in recent years, and I take “Mamma Mia!” to be a useful contribution to that debate. In a way, the whole film is a startling twist on the black art of rendition: ordinary citizens, often unaware of their own guilt, are spirited off to a secure environment in Eastern Europe, there to be forced into a humiliating and often painful confession of sins past. “I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind,” in the bitter words of Sam. I thought that Pierce Brosnan had been dragged to the edge of endurance by North Korean sadists in his final Bond film, “Die Another Day,” but that was a quick tickle with a feather duster compared with the agony of singing Abba’s “S.O.S.” to Meryl Streep through a kitchen window. Somebody, either a cheeky Swede or another North Korean, has deliberately scored the number a tone and a half too high, with visible results: swelling muscles along the jawline, tightened throat, a panicky bulge in the eyes. There is no delicate way of putting this, but anyone watching Brosnan in mid-delivery will conclude that he has recently suffered from a series of complex digestive problems, and that the camera has, with unfortunate timing, caught him at the exact moment when he is finally working them out. What has he done to deserve this?