Do you know Carmen likes Stravinsky? Petruschka, The Rite of Spring, all that big stuff.  It’s different but not totally out of reach, and she digs it. I thought, growing up surrounded by primarily Western, tonal music, that she would have a hard time digesting something like Stravinsky’s atonal wildness.  Instead she just eats it up, joyfully nodding her head, slapping her thigh and saying “more loud classical MUSIC MOMMYYYY!”

I’m sure the Baby Mozart people would be scandalized.