Rach On!

I don't get into sporting events, but watching Garrick Ohlsson play Rachmaninoff's Concerto No. 3 was kind of like one: my awe at his physical stamina and technical skill may be similar to the way you gush over your favorite quarterback or worship swimming master Michael Phelps. The mouth gaped open, the impulse to cheer..."Yes!" "Oh my God!" "Did you see that?"

Ohlsson deserved his standing O. He dominated the piano in a way I could never dream of.