Pavel Kolesnikov at Wigmore Hall / 3 February 2022

I can think of no other occasion when I’ve sat transfixed in a concert not wanting the performance to end.

To a large extent that kind of statement is meaningless. Opinion isn’t fact. Comparisons and superlatives are meaningless.

However.

Kolesnikov told an extended story spanning a couple of hours. There was tenderness, reflection, determination, joy, and hope. I left Wigmore Hall feeling revived, almost as though he was inviting us, via the keyboard, to emerge from our bunkers and reconnect with our dysfunctional world once more.

If you weren’t present that will probably read like a load of pretentious bollocks. If you were you may agree. If you don’t, that’s OK too.