“I Was a Storyteller,” with Troy Miller

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In this deeply personal conversation, veteran photographer Troy Miller opens up about his journey through 30 years in professional photography and his recent exploration of AI music creation. Troy shares the story behind his powerful song “I Was a Storyteller,” which captures the complex emotions of watching your industry transform around you.

We dive deep into Troy's experience with Suno AI for music creation, discussing how artificial intelligence is becoming another creative tool, much like the transition from film to digital photography. Troy explains how he combined his own lyrics with AI technology to express feelings that many creative professionals might find familiar in today's rapidly changing landscape.

The conversation expands beyond just photography and music, touching on the future of creative industries, the impact of technological change, and how professionals can adapt while maintaining their artistic integrity. Troy shares invaluable insights from his decades of experience, offering a unique perspective on everything from wedding photography to embracing new forms of creativity.

Whether you're a photographer, creative professional, or simply interested in how AI is reshaping artistic expression, this interview provides an honest look at the challenges and opportunities facing creative industries today.

Connect with Troy:

Website: https://imageryconcepts.com
Art Portfolio: https://spicyjello.com
Community: https://f64live.com
Suno: https://suno.com/@spicyjello

Listen to the song:

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I Was a Storyteller

by Troy Miller

I held the world in my hands,
framed in light and perfect plans.

Each moment was a story to weave.
Now it's a dream I can retrieve.

The lens of my soul used to shine,
now it's clouded lost time.

Just on the dreams I used to know
Fading faster than I can let go.

I was a story teller,
a painter of a light.

I was a dreamer chase the night
I was a creator
A builder, a name.

Now I'm just echoes of a flickering flame.

Each frame was a moment life preserved
Now I wonder was it all deserved?

With thrills gone, the passions dry
I scroll through my past and wonder why.

Was it the pressure, the grind the race?
Or did I just lose the spark the chase.

The tools I held now feel so strange,
A reminder of what I can't exchange.

I was a storyteller
a keeper of dreams

I was alike those vibrant scenes
I was a creator, a purpose, a voice.

Now I'm just someone without a choice.

Cannot find the fire again?
Do I even know where to begin?

Or is it okay to let it rest, and say goodbye to what was — my best?

I was a storyteller I captured the Sun,
now I'm the one who feels overrun.

Maybe I'll rise or maybe I'll stay,
but I'll always remember who I was…

yesterday.