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Stars In Our Ears

Recently, I bought myself an MP3 player. It's small and neat and I listen to it on the bus into work. This is the first time I've had a personal stereo since I was fifteen and I was struck by how uniquely modern the experience of using headphones is. When they put them on, every person is a star.

A headphone wearer gets used to thinking of themselves as an individual, rather than part of a larger group. Even after wearing them for only a few weeks, in and out of work, I was struck at how normal it seemed to project my isolation onto other people walking past me or getting onto the bus ahead of me. One of my favourite pastimes is usually looking at people's faces as I walk through town, trying to imagine their character, their interior lives and how I look to them. But I don't even think about these things when I'm listening to my music. Instead I barely register that there are real people around me. And when I do notice them, I no longer try to imagine what they might think of me. Outside my head, everything is silence. What better simulation for the strange modern experience of being a star, surrounded by people who have abandoned their identity to echo and mirror you?

When I put on my music, I am suddenly the centre of the world. I have a soundtrack that nobody else can hear, dramatising my actions, or adding a counterpoint to them. Other people go from being equals to look out for, to being voiceless extras.

If listening to music on your headphones makes you feel like the star of your own movie, it is worth considering how unknown that feeling was before the 20th Century. The idea of a soundtrack, or a score, to accompany action was alien to the imagination of previous generations. And people may have imagined themselves as the heroines of novels or the heroes of the stage, but neither of these art forms had the idea of the star part. There is obviously a leading man in Hamlet, for example, but Hamlet does not exist on a different level to the rest of the characters. A secondary character like Polonius has an internal life, and a set of beliefs. Crucially, he can be shown existing outside his relationship to the young Prince. Even the bit parts of Rosencrantz and Guliderstein are sufficiently well rounded to have allowed Tom Stoppard to write an entire play from their point of view.

Elizabeth Bennet's sharp, but blinkered, view of the people around her is the prism through which we experience the people in Pride and Prejudice, but the central joke of the novel is her lack of understanding of their real motives. In contrast, modern films can barely manage to acknowledge that there is more than one real person in the world.

In his book for, and love letter to, aspiring screenwriters William Goldman asserts that when writing a modren script, "You have to give the star everything. Everything." The economics of the star system have driven this to extremes.

To follow up Titanic, Leonardo DiCaprio chose to star in an adaptation of The Beach. He was the hottest star in the world, and the filmmakers clearly felt that they had to make the most of him. As a result, young Leo is in every single scene in the entire film. Unlike Jane Austen's Mr. Darcy, none of the supporting cast are given a life independent of the hero. Everyone must orbit their star.

Pity the poor millionaire Mr. DiCaprio. He was the most sought after star in the world, but the possessor of only modest to mediocre acting talent. He found it hard to carry a film on his own. But even if he had the combined genius of Olivier, Brando and Pachino compressed into his bones, the audience would have come away feeling dissatisfied. A story where the audience is expected to identify with one person, but which doesn't bother too much about the people around him is never going to chime with how we experience life.

It is a comfort, of course, to put on our headphones and block out the reality of things around us. Insulated from thinking, retreating from relationships and flushed with an illusion of power, derived from hearing things nobody else can hear, it must be among the reasons headphones appeal so powerfully to teenagers. Teenagers will also be glad of anything that seems to confirm that they are above or at least separate from, the other people they see around them. And it can hardly be a coincidence that the movie industry is driven by the need to pander to the fantasies of those same teenagers.

Of course, headphones are also a very good way of listening to music, and a very good pair will give the audiophile top quality sound at the fraction of the panoply of hi-fi gadgetry. Why do even audio obsessives buy a new amp, speakers, connectors and even a "box of worms" for "cleaning their sound" when they could just plug in and sit back? Outside the ranks of Nick Hornby anti-heroes, we don't do that. We want to listen to music, but not to the exclusion of talking to our family or friends. Experiencing music with other people adds to the richness of the experience. That's why people go to gigs, and why bands release live albums. Because the sound of the crowd can be as much a part of the music as the bass or drums.

It is pleasant to put on my earphones and retreat into a musical world of my choosing. Similarly, it's great fun to watch Bruce Willis battling baddies, armed only with an action vest. But when I get into my office, I won't hesitate to turn off the music to talk to my friends. And when I step out of the Savoy cinema, my first impulse will be to turn to my companion and ask them what they thought of Bruce's exploits. Because unless we share our life with other people, no amount of stardom, real or imagined, can give it real meaning.

by

Simon McGarr
20th June 2002

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