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.
