It surprises me sometimes how many people think classical music is boring. First of all, I hate the word boring. If you're bored, you have no imagination. Truth.
I credit my Dad for instilling within us (or at least me) a love for this particular genre. He didn't put much stock in the music of the 1980's (is that proper use of an apostrophe? I never can remember but do not feel like looking it up right now.) and so for us it was hymns and church-y music or classical or John Williams movie scores. I remember checking out records like the Spielberg/Williams Collaboration from the Multnomah County library and listening with my eyes closed, reliving scenes from my favorite movies at the time. Superman, E.T. (I'm still in love with Henry Thomas) Raiders of the Lost Ark (hubba hubba Harrison Ford) and of course Star Wars. Dad was (and still is) a big fan of John Philip Sousa marches, Rachmaninoff and the patriotic standards of George M. Cohan. I appreciate these composers and I love geeking out with my dad about classical music. I've always been partial to Chopin, Fauré, and Delius, though he thinks they pale in comparison to the more robust composers. Either way, I get shivery with goosebumps when I listen to classical music. The fancy-pants term for this is frisson. The dictionary describes frisson as a sudden passing sensation of excitement; a shudder of emotion; thrill. I share this in the hopes you'll feel the same.