In Reality, All Shit and Ear Wax are Created Equal
I was in the middle of a very creative and productive weekend when random stuff started firing and taking over my brain disrupting my mojo. I was bent on finishing the recording and production of six songs, two of which were commissioned for a video project, one for a songwriting contest, and three singles of my own. It was indeed a loaded weekend that I planned days ahead so my focus was laser-sharp and no distractions were allowed. Except for these uninvited thoughts that hijack my groove and throw me off the rails.
While mixing a track for example, I started thinking about why we find it comfortable to sleep on the train. This question bothered me so I had to stop what I was doing. So yeah, why do we sleep on the subway?
We all spend good money to make sure our homes are safe and secure. We install security cameras, pay extra money for doormen, lock our doors and windows with reinforced steel bolts and chains, have friends and family stay over when we find ourselves alone, and have our dogs work overtime to watch over us. Yet we never think twice to sleep or nap on the train whenever we feel the need to do so. We’re out there unguarded, vulnerable, and exposed to the public. We lose consciousness and literally black out in front of complete strangers, whom, for some very strange reason, we trust literally our lives. Why do we do this?
How sure are we that the moment we succumb to a peaceful slumber onboard the N train that nothing bad will befall us? That we will even wake up at all? That there’s no serial killer on the train waiting for us to slide into unconsciousness so he or she can proceed with their unholy deeds?
How sure are we that when we wake up between Houston and Times Square on the 1 train that our belongings are still with us? That there are no thieves lurking around the subway car patiently waiting for passengers to sleep so they can snatch a backpack, a cell phone, or a wallet?
Why do we trust the subway more than our very own homes?
I sleep on the train all the time. I love it and I look forward to it. Long train rides mean amazing naps. Times Square to the end of the 7 train in Flushing? That ride is long enough for me to have a real dream or a nightmare. Sometimes I go to Flushing for no reason but to sleep. It’s fantastic! But what’s equally fantastic is that I have never experienced anything bad while I slept. I am still alive, am I not? I never lost any property from subway thieves while I snored. It’s like there’s an unwritten rule that bad people follow that protects people sleeping on the train as if they are untouchables. It’s weird. I saw a news report once that said a thief woke a sleeping passenger first before he asked for his valuables.
Why do we sleep on the subway? I have no idea.
Thinking about this shit cost me a good two hours away from what I was supposed to do. Anyway if you have any answers, feel free to let me know.
Another random question that crossed my mind while I was recording was this: Why are we disgusted by other people’s disgusting stuff and not our own? When we see people’s spit, hear or smell their farts, see their poops, or accidentally touch their snots or sweats, we get disgusted. But when we see our own body fluids, we are perfectly fine. We can pick our own noses but we cannot pick other people’s. Bizarre, isn’t it? It’s not like our human excretions are any different from theirs. In reality, all shit and ear wax are created equal.
Can anybody answer this?
Anyway, regardless of these mental distractions, I was able to finish my work. I have four new singles up on The Sound Room and the two commissioned pieces are mixed and mastered.
Sheryl was equally productive as well. She launched two new videos on her YouTube channel, which are awesome. Make sure to watch them!