I was at the SF symphony yesterday and they were playing Mahler. It was the first time I was listening to this particular symphony (his 1st). I ended up crying for the third movement. It was rather embarrassing, given that I had a beautiful woman to impress. She looked impressed anyway, so that is all right, I suppose. Sometimes I give myself too little credit.
MTT (our conductor here) is a lively maestro. He seems to like conducting this symphony in particular – he was livelier than usual.
Here is the piece:
God, to create something like this that can move people a hundred or so years later. Cue my existential angst.