The year that "art" became devalued to the point where its name is synonymous with any passing fancy or fantasy that pleases you. The squealing of brakes? I'm sure somebody considers that to be art. Similarly, fan-prompted AI-manufactured "music" - in the "style" of someone whose name appears on the list of credits for a "song" - will now be called "art".
For too long now a lot of what passes for an artist's music is in fact the work of a committee. In such a committee, said artist may play a very small part, gaining a writing credit for as little as changing one word in the lyrics. Arguably, even the artist's voice may largely be a hollow construct of auto-tune and other manipulations. These practices have rendered much of today's music the aesthetic equivalent of an inferior copy of crappy pre-packaged ultra-processed junk food.
Now, to add insult to injury, fans will be spinning up their own special derivative of the inferior copy of crappy ultra-processed junk food I mentioned above. It's a steaming pile of crass, soulless crap all the way down to the surface of the cesspool on which it floats.