We live in a world where music is pumped at us wherever we go. I tried to pump gas at a gas station the other day and an LCD screen starts blaring a music video at me. Why? Was I in danger of succumbing to an overwhelming wave of ennui if I were left alone with my thoughts while I pumped my gas?
Evidently this is a perennial issue. G.K. Chesterton was annoyed with background music while he was eating because it prevented proper conversation. Correspondingly, meals prevented proper attention to music. They are different things, to be enjoyed differently. Well, some people didn’t get Chesterton’s drift.
A fine musician might surely resent a man treating fine music as a mere background to his lunch. But a fine musician might well murder a man who treated fine music as an aid to his digestion.