It isn’t what I pictured for my life, but I recently began to enjoy eating brussels sprouts. I acquired the taste thanks to one of those square, 30-second video recipes my wife saw online.
I have also become so sick of Pop-Tarts® at this point that I might prefer to suck on a Listerine® popsicle.
The beneficial things in life aren’t always the most immediately accessible, nor do the things we instantly like possess staying power or value much of the time.
My wife and I joined The Choral Society of the Hamptons in the fall of 2015 and were soon introduced to the work of a composer named Ottorino Respighi as we prepared his Christmas cantata, “Lauda per la Natività del Signore (Laud to the Nativity of the Lord)” for our holiday concert.
Learning it was difficult work. I usually take a while to digest any kind of music or song, let alone a 25-minute piece with sound combinations that made no sense to my ear at first. Our first outing with the new group would be quite challenging.
By the time our performances arrived about two months later, however, I was in love. Amidst drilling notes and deciphering all the intricacies woven throughout Respighi’s peculiar tapestry of sound, it had grown into necessary listening in our home, and I suspect it will be heard here for many seasons to come.
On the other hand, I don’t ever need to hear “Let It Go” again.
It’s not good for you to gorge yourself on candy tunes from the radio dispenser. Do yourself a favor and take the time to appreciate sonic brussels sprouts. It may be a while before your taste develops, but I promise the mini cabbages will be nutritious in the long run.