‘The apocalypse is well on its way’: Nick Cave has some thoughts on ChatGPT

So many that he felt obliged to response on his eclectic, thoughtful love letter to all who follow his work, The Red Hand Files.

“I do not feel the same enthusiasm around this technology. I understand that ChatGPT is in its infancy but perhaps that is the emerging horror of AI – that it will forever be in its infancy, as it will always have further to go, and the direction is always forward, always faster,” Cave wrote in reply to Mark.

“It can never be rolled back, or slowed down, as it moves us toward a utopian future, maybe, or our total destruction. Who can possibly say which? Judging by this song ‘in the style of Nick Cave’ though, it doesn’t look good, Mark. The apocalypse is well on its way. This song sucks.”

Cave goes on to say that ChatGPT “is replication as travesty” and “kind of burlesque” that may write a speech, essay, sermon or even obituary, but cannot create a song.

Why? Well, it lacks a soul.

And given he’s the man who wrote “The spinal cord of JFK/Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe’s negligee” (Palaces of Montezuma,/Grinderman 2), we think he has a point (what a rhyme!) – skip to the bottom if you need to see the lyrics ChatGTP wrote if you need to, or stick with us, and Nick, for now.

“Songs arise out of suffering, by which I mean they are predicated upon the complex, internal human struggle of creation and, well, as far as I know, algorithms don’t feel. Data doesn’t suffer. ChatGPT has no inner being,” Cave wrote.

“it has been nowhere, it has endured nothing, it has not had the audacity to reach beyond its limitations, and hence it doesn’t have the capacity for a shared transcendent experience, as it has no limitations from which to transcend. ChatGPT’s melancholy role is that it is destined to imitate and can never have an authentic human experience, no matter how devalued and inconsequential the human experience may in time become.”

Among the many tasks ChatGTP has undertaken since it launched in beta mode last November, perhaps the most alarming example of its limitations was presented by Christopher Graves, the president and founder of the Ogilvy Center for Behavioral Science , who last week when ChatGTP simply made up supposed scientific references to dress up a response.

The minstrel of Murder Ballads described songwriting as “an act of self-murder that destroys all one has strived to produce in the past”. It’s about struggle and suffering and “requires my humanness”.

“This is what we humble humans can offer, that AI can only mimic, the transcendent journey of the artist that forever grapples with his or her own shortcomings.,” Cave said.

“This is where human genius resides, deeply embedded within, yet reaching beyond, those limitations.”

As a songwriter who regularly invokes the Divine in his work, and wrote “I don’t believe in an interventionist God; But I know, darling, that you do; But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him; Not to intervene when it came to you” (Into My Arms/The Boatman’s Call), the limitations of ChatGTP and AI when it comes to the mysteries of human experience are far from omniscient.

ChatGTP’s effort is “bullshit, a grotesque mockery of what it is to be human” although one AI-produced line did catch his eye: “I’ve got the fire of hell in my eyes”. 

“That’s kind of true,” Cave said.

“I have got the fire of hell in my eyes – and it’s ChatGPT.”

His full The Red Hand Files post is here.

Chat GPT’s song in the style of Nick Cave is below.