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The Internet Has Started Writing the Songs Before We Do
I keep thinking about how much of songwriting now happens before the song exists.
Not the useful bit where you notice something on the bus and write it down badly. I mean the invisible audience that arrives first. The imagined clip. The post about the clip. The little square of album art. The sentence explaining what the song is about, in case the song itself has somehow failed to do that.
Kathryn Jezer-Morton’s *The Story of Your Life* is about how the past decade online has changed the way we share and live our lives. It is listed among [August’s new books worth reading], arriving in August 2026. I have not read it yet, so this is not a review. More a slightly nervous reaction to the problem it seems to be circling.
When the audience moves into the room My phone is usually on the floor while I record. This sounds like a minor detail, but it changes the whole session. I can be trying to find a chorus and still be half-aware of how the recording might look if I posted it.
Is the room too messy. Is the vocal too rough. Should I say “demo” or “work in progress” or just upload the thing and accept that three people will hear it while waiting for a bus.
The old frustration was not finishing songs. Now there is an extra one: finishing a song that has already been edited in your head for an audience you cannot see.
That audience does not even have to be real. It is enough that the platform has trained us to imagine reactions in advance. A good lyric can start feeling incomplete until it has a caption. A quiet recording can seem pointless because it does not produce a satisfying piece of content.
Sharing used to come after making There is a difference between documenting a creative life and arranging your creative life for display.
A rough voice note sent to a friend has a different temperature from a rough voice note uploaded publicly. The first one can be strange, unfinished, even boring. The second one has to become evidence that you are the sort of person who makes things.
That pressure is not always terrible. Sometimes the possibility of sharing gets me to finish a chorus. Sometimes a gig photo reminds me that the gig happened, which is useful when the whole evening was mostly loading equipment through a side door and discovering that one cable has once again become fictional.
But the internet also makes the gap between living and presenting very thin. We do not just record the gig. We record the proof that we were at the gig. We do not just write the song. We begin preparing its explanation. The creative act and its public packaging start competing for the same small amount of attention.
A song should be allowed to arrive badly The most useful thing I can imagine taking from this book is not a rule about posting less. I am not about to announce a digital detox and then quietly check my notifications in the toilet.
It is more basic than that. I want to notice when I am making something and when I am making a version of myself making something.
Those can overlap, obviously. A demo clip can be honest and staged. A carefully chosen photograph can still be a real memory. Nobody needs to pretend that online life is fake and offline life is pure. My offline life contains an unreasonable number of unfinished songs too.
Still, I would like to protect a small part of the process from immediate explanation. Write the line before deciding what it means. Record the vocal before checking whether the room looks presentable. Let a song be bad in private for long enough to find out whether it is going anywhere.
That seems harder now, but not impossible. The phone can stay on the floor. The cable can fail later.