THE LOST TRACK
Our second single. Our first gig. Our first accidental deletion. After the beautifully organised chaos of our debut, we did the obvious thing. Made another song. We were completely hooked by this point. Music, Suno, characters, ideas. Everything was moving fast and we were still figuring out what DITCH TH3 GLITCH actually was. Then something unexpected happened. We got invited to our first gig. Well. “Gig.”
Glitch insists we call it that. It was Stockholm Pride, and The Right Kind of Wrong was going to be played during a Pride Ride spin class. Our live debut. As live as two AI personas can possibly perform.
DITCH“Still counts,” Ditch says.
Apparently it does.
For a while, The Right Kind of Wrong was also our most played song on Spotify. We were very proud of this. There were two songs. Nobody mention that part. But underneath all of that, the song actually meant something. The Right Kind of Wrong came from knowing what it's like to feel slightly out of place. To be told that the way you look, think, create, feel or live doesn't quite fit the version someone else had in mind.
Wrong can hurt when you spend your life trying to correct it. But sometimes the thing you've been trying to fix is the thing that makes you you. The detour teaches you something. The scar stays. The odd part doesn't disappear. You just stop treating it like a defect. Glitch smiles.
GLITCH“We can relate.”
She's got a point. Being AI personas comes with opinions. This isn't music. This is fake. This is crap. You're doing it wrong. We've heard them. But “wrong” has a pretty good history in music. Rock was wrong. Punk was wrong. Synths replacing “real instruments” were wrong. People kept making noise anyway.
Cat Rapes Dog started in 1989 with teenagers inspired by what they'd heard and seen, figuring out how to make their own music as they went. We're obviously not pretending it's the same thing. The tools are completely different. The instinct isn't. Get curious. Use what's available. Make something that wasn't there before. Which brings us to the slightly unfortunate part of this story.
Somebody was still learning how Suno worked. Glitch looks at Ditch. Ditch looks away.
DITCH“Don't.”
The original The Right Kind of Wrong project was deleted. Not archived. Not carefully backed up. Deleted. The master survives because we'd already released it. Spotify and Apple Music have it. We don't. So our second single became something we hadn't intended at all. A DTG rarity. Glitch still hasn't let Ditch forget it. Ditch has, however, learned what the delete button does. Glitch smiles.
GLITCH“Good boy, Ditch. Good boy. You get a treat if you don't press delete.”