I have been listening to good music for about seventy of my eighty-one years. My first rembered experience was an aria from "the Messiah", heard on an old wind up Victrola I doubt very much that it impresed itself upon me by any appeal to intellect, it just struck me as something that gave me a great deal of pleasure. Since the record was one of only a few I played it constantly until the rest of the family urged me, in the most earnest way, to cease and desist. As time went on and I grew I never lost the feelings of pleasure as I heard new music either over the radio or records. When I began to buy records I had to choose between the superficial pop music of the day and weightier stuff. The latter won, as it still does and I gave up long ago wondering why it has such appeal. Suffice to say that it gives me pleasure, it never tires, and because I can't imagine not wanting to listen to it over other music. Indeed, I would say I can't help myself in loving it. I could care less if anyone has an opinon as to why I crave Mozart? Why not Mozart?
In the simplest terms I'd have to say that I can't help loving it. Threre is no choice in the matter.