Want to avoid other people's music? May the force be with you

In terms of pure, unadulterated, uncomplicated joy, there are few things more thrilling than a firework display.

Fireworks are both exciting and intimidating, depending on where you're standing.

It's not really necessary to engage in a secondary activity while you're watching them.

Organised, public fireworks displays don't need to be embellished in an attempt to hold our attention; they don't need to be made more exciting.

The deeply satisfying sounds of fireworks popping and thudding out of their racks, shooting into the sky and exploding definitely don't need to be drowned out by tinny music, crudely spewing from a poor-quality PA system.

Last Saturday night, I had a text from a friend saying she had a couple of spare tickets to a fireworks display in my local park.

So I rushed down with my daughter just in time for the start. It was spontaneous and exciting.

It made me think about how often I'm made to listen to the music choices of other people: on public transport, in restaurants and lifts, in shops, when I'm on hold, even when giving birth. It's as if the world has become terrified of silence.''

Moments before it began, officials turned the floodlights off and the crowd was plunged into a thrilling, rare, silent darkness, like X Factor contestants in a power failure on results night.

Then, out of the silence came a familiar DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH - DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH.

The Star Wars theme tune flooded into our unsuspecting ears, contaminating our thoughts and reminding us how to feel. And it was all over for me.

I wanted to watch the fireworks with my own narrative, accompanied by memories of my childhood in Gloucester.

But all I could think about was franchise revenue, George Lucas's annoying face and being repeatedly smashed on the chin with Lightsabers by feral, dribbling boys at children's parties.

From a purely artistic point of view, it had no connection whatsoever to the thing it was accompanying. Fireworks aren't from space.

Chewbacca wasn't involved in the gunpowder plot of 1605.

It made me think about how often I'm made to listen to the music choices of other people: on public transport, in restaurants and lifts, in shops, when I'm on hold, even when giving birth. It's as if the world has become terrified of silence.

I was in a Little Chef once, on the A40, with my family. We all felt relaxed and happy and calm, but couldn't figure out why. Then, the penny dropped: there was no music playing and the lights were dimmed. We congratulated the staff on their "classy joint". They looked confused and apologised for the power cut.

Music is used to manipulate us all the time. It's used by youths on buses, who make us listen to their tunes to prove they have higher status; it's used by supermarket chains and department stores to accompany their ludicrously absurd and exploitative Christmas advertising campaigns; it's used by the X Factor, which exaggerates contestants' back stories to influence public votes; it's used by men from the past, who think a bit of Chris de Burgh will "get us in the mood".

Where will this abuse of music to control our emotional responses end?

Perhaps the emergency services should have musical accompaniments instead of their high-pitched, ear-busting sirens? Maybe politicians, when they are interviewed, should be accompanied by a backing track, to help us decide who to trust?

If life must have a soundtrack, can we at least choose our own? 

THE GUARDIAN

A version of this article appeared in the print edition of The Sunday Times on November 22, 2015, with the headline 'Want to avoid other people's music? May the force be with you'. Print Edition | Subscribe