Googled his oeuvre when I got home, figured the opening must come from Overture for the Common Man, and so it was. Listened to it through. But the piece that follows it- the one the actual dancing happens to- wasn't there. And having listened to Overture, now I've forgotten the tune.
(There's a last performance tomorrow, and *maybe* I'll be through my acupuncture in time to catch it. Maybe.)
In happier domesticities, I finally decided that a blender with no lid was more of a pain than I wanted to put up with, and bought a new one. It's all plastic, it's light, it's wide and easy to clean. And then my Loblaws gets its house brand soy powder again after a mere seven years' absence. So I'm happily back to soy shakes for breakfast, happily because I was doing this on a temporary bridge that fit badly. Bridge is now permanent, but hot weather makes me want soy shakes rather than cereal and berries, and now I have the wherewithal to make them again.