The young Russian pianist Daniil Trifonov gave a thrilling, absorbing and pianistically matchless performance of works by Bach, Rachmaninov and Liszt in his Royal Festival Hall debut.
As I settled into my seat in the Kaufman Theater at the 92nd Street Y, the man next to me turned to his wife to say: “This concert is going to be quite the journey.” Snickering to myself, I dismissed the man’s comment as trite. But by the end of the all-Liszt program, I felt bulldozed by Garrick Ohlsson’s performance.
