Nina Aleksandrovna’s eyes widened just a bit, scandalized. Rock was “mindless rhythms,” she said, songs that were “half-animal, indecent imitations of sex.” She’d read in the Leningrad magazines about a singer named Yuri Shevchuk. “He sings a song called ‘Premonition of a Civil War.’ What in God’s name is that? I saw this picture of him, showing him dancing, and he’s wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a waistcoat with his belly button showing. Okay, let him do it, but excuse me, everything was unbuttoned so his chest was showing and, down below, his male dignity was protruding! He is dancing
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