The Crystal Stilts record is conducive to daydreaming. Listening to it on the ride up to West 4th Street last night I was oblivious to the loud confrontation right in front of me -- dude got annoyed when the girl sitting next to him kept elbowing him while talking to her guy friend, who stood. Dude, sleeping off a 12-hour shift and chugging water from a Gatorade bottle, got in guy-friend's face until they left the train. He proceeded to gripe about it for another stop. This time I kept my mouth shut. A few hours later, lost in "Through the Floor," I got on the V instead of the F and didn't notice until it parked at 2nd Avenue and everyone got off. Then I got on an Uptown F by mistake and didn't notice until we hit Bryant Park. Once I oriented myself I put on something else.