We can do anything The Kan like

If classics were a religion, I would be a heathen. I have spent my life flagrantly disrespecting them at every opportunity. It is great fun until you admit you are totally ignorant. To fix myself I decided to do something drastic-- something so painful, so absurd, that it might work. I am trying to listen to classical music. 

I went to my co-blogger for help. This is what she said: 

I don't know if you remember, but you actually sat through a concert I played with the Phoenix Youth Symphony and we played all Russian composers -- Shosti symphony #1, Prokofiev piano concerto #?, Khachaturian "Saber Danse," and I think that was when I played the "Russian Easter Overture." My sister told me at one quiet dramatic point during the Shostakovich you said in a low voice "oh...my God." She thought you were moved, but apparently you couldn't believe the movement was still going on.