Copyright thedispatch
As Sokolov was nearing the end of his first half, something remarkable happened (aside from the playing). A rainstorm broke out in Salzburg, and the roof of the Great Festival Hall sprang a leak. Rain was pouring in from a light fixture, dousing the patrons in the second row or so. Some stood up, trying to leave or otherwise wondering what to do. You can imagine the commotion. Sokolov kept playing, unperturbed. That was professionalism. On the other hand, I’m not 100 percent sure that Sokolov was even aware of the problem. Typically, he’s in his own private Idaho.
