Music industry ruining independent art, a good bye.

I never tried to make money with Suno.

I never wanted to replace musicians, build a career, or make a single damn penny from it. I just wanted to make music that was mine. Something strange, personal, and genuinely unique. Music tailored to the things I actually like, rather than whatever the radio decides I should listen to.

Because, honestly, I am tired of the same polished, manufactured, brain-dead pop being shoveled at us over and over again. I wanted something different. Something with teeth. Something weird. Something that sounded like it came from somewhere other than a boardroom.

And somehow, something that simple has become impossibly complicated.

Twenty downloads a month. Lawsuits everywhere. Constant arguments. Artists screaming about AI. Companies scrambling to protect their interests. Everyone fighting over who gets the next penny while the people who just wanted to create something for themselves get caught in the middle.

I understand why people are angry. I really do.

But somewhere along the way, something that gave me a place to create became another battlefield.

And I think I am done fighting.

I am downloading everything I can, canceling my subscription, and deleting Suno.

It genuinely makes me sad.

Because I made so many songs there. Songs built from my own lyrics, my own ideas, my own strange little corners of creativity. Some were absolute bangers. Some were disasters. Some were accidental masterpieces created by hallucinations I never could have written myself.

I will miss the weirdness.

I will miss the days when Suno would suddenly decide that the second verse needed to be repeated three times.

I will miss the infamous "shimmer" days.

I will miss generating something so catastrophically bad that it somehow became hilarious and good.

I will miss feeding it an idea and hearing it come back with something I never expected.

Most of all, I will miss the feeling of having a little musical workshop where I could walk in, throw my ideas at the wall, and sometimes walk out with something genuinely beautiful.

Maybe the future models will be better. Maybe they will be worse. Maybe they will become so restricted, sanitized, expensive, and lifeless that the entire thing stops being worth doing.

I don't know.

What I do know is that I am tired of watching something I enjoyed become another casualty of an industry fighting over money, ownership, lawsuits, and control.

So I am taking my ball and going home.

Thank you, Suno.

For a while, you gave me something I had wanted for a very long time. A way to make music that sounded like me, even when I couldn't have made it myself.

You were strange. You were unpredictable. You were frustrating as hell.

And sometimes, you were fucking magic.

I'm sorry it had to end this way.

I had a hell of a good time while it lasted.