AI Needs a Speed Limit

The first concert I bought tickets to after the pandemic subsided was a performance of the British singer-songwriter Birdy, held last April in Belgium. I’ve listened to Birdy more than to any other artist; her voice has pulled me through the hardest and happiest stretches of my life. I know every lyric to nearly every song in her discography, but that night Birdy’s voice had the same effect as the first time I’d listened to her, through beat-up headphones connected to an iPod over a decade ago—a physical shudder, as...