Last night, as I sat in front of the television, listening to music piped in by DirecTV, I felt like a sad loser. There was nothing on television worth watching. There rarely is. So, I decided to listen to what the DirecTV programmers consider “singer-songwriter” music. I was surprised that the programmers are equally sad creatures. They are my kind. And then I came to the ugly conclusion they are robots, digital beings who listen to music and decide what other music is evocative of uniquely human moods of despair.
But, then, I concluded there are worse things than sharing sad moods with brilliantly programmed robots. I just don’t know what they are.