Become a Fan of Classical Music in 10 Easy Steps

Become a Fan of Classical Music in 10 Easy Steps

So… you want to become a fan of classical music. You want to be classy AF, taking your sweetheart to the symphony, listening to Brahms while you work… I totally get it.

But classical music can be intimidating as hell! So many composers’ names! So many words like “concerto” and “sonata” that you… “kind of know what they mean” (*ahem* or not…). And… how do you even know what to listen to? If you’re staring down the abyss of a streaming service, where do you even start?

Fear not, my friend, I’m here for you. Let’s actually start at the beginning, so you can get off on the right foot. Here are the 10 Easy Steps to Becoming a Fan of Classical Music.

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Why You Should Think of Classical Music Like Basketball

Why You Should Think of Classical Music Like Basketball

When I started dating my husband Ryan back in 2005, we had a problem. A big problem. A potentially relationship-impeding problem: I knew nothing about basketball.

Ok, not nothing. But as it turns out, Space Jam didn’t teach me enough to enjoy watching multiple games a week on TV with my new beau.

I went into our relationship a sports fan, but I only watched football, baseball, and curling (#canada). So, when I discovered just how badly Ryan wanted to watch basketball like, all the time, I was happy to watch along with him. But – I’ll be honest with you – at the beginning, I found basketball boring as hell.

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This is why people don't love the fine arts anymore

This is why people don't love the fine arts anymore

When I was four, my parents took me to some elderly relative’s house for god knows what special occasion, and on that day, changed my life.

I’m not sure if it's this way for everyone, but I have only a few memories from my toddlerhood. These are precious little snippets here and there – eating cereal with my cousin in matching pajamas, playing dress-up at preschool, spilling ice cream in the car. Most of these don’t change your life, but this one moment actually did.

Back to the middle-of-wherever-we-were-Saskatchewan, in a basement that had (as tiny me recalls) some toys, perhaps a television… who cares. All I remember is the piano.

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