It's not just me

[tamaranth]

Tom Service unimpressed by one member of audience last night

... ends with a huge final chord, a moment of D major apotheosis that's seemingly drawn out into the infinite. The silence afterwards was a chance to bask in the afterglow of the symphony's huge, cosmic architecture and the Berlin Philharmonic's equally cosmic sound.

But it was a moment of dizzying collective rapture that was all too predictably ruined by some eejit in the Royal Festival Hall shouting "bravi!" – from one of the boxes, I'm pretty sure – before any of us, including the orchestra, had the chance to come down to earth again. There is no greater musical violence an audience member can commit than to scar this unique moment, when time seems to stop still at the end of a great performance, with a selfish, solo shout.

This was pretty much my reaction too, though it didn't ruin the music for me. Still, it did bring me abruptly out of the moment.
Don't get me wrong: the sentiment is fine. It was just too soon.