If you can reach the end of your life feeling the way the first of Rachmaninoff’s “Symphonic Dances” feels, you’re going to be all right.
Go ahead—listen to this glorious statement of optimism and ecstasy. Preceding it with an analysis would be all wrong. I’ll still be here when you’re done. (Conducted by Tugan Sokhiev with the Berliner Philharmoniker, listen to the first dance only; you can turn to the others another time.)





