The honest emotion behind classical music
Growing up, classical music was a large part of my life. It just wasn't a particularly pleasant one.
To me, it meant Saturday afternoon chores: there was always some Brahms or Schubert to accompany the long hours of scrubbing orange scum off the toilet or sweeping the kitchen. The only genre I hated worse was Cajun and Zydeco, which my dad always played when it came time for my monthly assigned room-cleaning.
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