WHEN Anatoly Ditinsky was a teenager in the early 1980s, his mother, a classical pianist, was hellbent on exposing him to high culture. “She was dragging me to museums and orchestras and opera and concerts,” Mr. Ditinsky says. This was not his idea of a great time. “What I loved was sitting in front of the TV on Friday night listening to the concert shows,” he says. “I had this cheap cassette and I’d be recording the
Rolling Stones.”
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