So I progressively realized how I, subconsciously, considered the transit time between home and work, home and university, and work and university to be “dead” or uninteresting, in need to be “given life” and interest by adding music. It was such a need that if I reached the subway station (about a block from home, not much but here in SP you’re always in a hurry) and I noticed my headphones were left forgotten at home, I’d immediately return to get them as if the thought of going through the next hour jumping through subway lines without the comfortably sound exhaling from my headphones to my ears would be unbearable.
That being the case and coincidentaly influenced by recent readings I’ve come upon on which authors constantly remind us how reconsctructing a “ear of the past” is hard work because, again, the historical and technical preponderance of the visual realm, I’ve decided to perform a little, maybe even unsignificant experiment. For a day (Just for starters, maybe?) I’ll fly solo without my head companions and, well, just really listen.
Maybe the practicity of headphones gave us the power to mold to our will how we want our private sonic space to be and sound. Even on public transportation it’s easy to find headsigns prohibiting “public” music, enforcing the existence of this sonic personal bubble.
Probably headphones have been massively (I mean access to everyone, independently of social or economic conditions) around for about 12 years, a very recent phenonemon. But let’s take into account how technology almost instantly shifts our understanding of the world, for example if we think at how outdated an iphone 4 might seem nowadays, or how having a radio at home seems quite reliquely. And to think about how much of the sonic world could have changed, not only of the sounds brought by the new technical and digital discourses but also sounds such as the chant of train vendors, people that resorted to street commerce (ilegal in Brazil) to provide to their family victims of the economic clash; or uncertain detection of accents driven by the cultural globalization taking place, among others.
As my addiction to headphones kicks in, who knows, maybe I could shoot to identify this “sonic substance”, or substances, my brain craves for which numbs my oscious time, as if the silence, or its lack of, provoked a state of mind that we simply can’t or don’t want to handle.