I realized something today, and it pleases me. You know how you'll be out and about, taking care of business, and there will be some weirdo who's singing? And you're like, what are you doing, do you not realize there are a hundred people near you? Stop singing, weirdo. And we would never do anything like that because it's crazy? Well, today I stood in the 34th street subway station. It's hot, 3 different trains come before mine does. I wait. And I wait. I'm thinking about life. A man near me spits into the trash can. My bags are heavy and my arms ache. So I take myself away, far far away, and while I'm doing that a little tune plays in my head. I sing the tune and think about life and before i know it, I'm singing out loud. What the.
And then I realize why. I think in the city, people sing because they're in their own little worlds, because they're close to so many people all up in their faces. You have to create your own world to give yourself some kind of privacy, your own territory. It's small, sometimes so small it exists only in your mind or behind closed eyelids. But it's yours and you live there, and no one else. And that's when you start singing. Because for all you know, you are alone, just as if you were alone in your house wandering around and you begin singing, which is totally acceptable. I like this. Oh New York... maybe you're not so crazy after all. Or maybe I'm just getting crazier.