There is a personal, anecdotal consequence to an Ogdon recital I attended in 1967. The week after, the music critic in the national daily scathingly dismissed both Ogdon and Liszt in a thoroughly embarrassing tirade wherein the "hollowness and bombast" of Liszt was mentioned - you know the sort of thing.
Anyway, twenty-four years later I was driving to work in my Mini up the motorway and some twat rammed me in the rear. This spavined old geezer got out and wanted to argue, insisted on coming around to my house to take pictures of the car so that I wouldn't diddle him in the insurance claim.
He was standing in my lounge next to my piano when the name on the paper suddenly clicked. I said, "Weren't you the bloke did that stupid write-up on John Ogdon ?"
He replied, "Oh well, it doesn't really matter because what nobody realised at the time was that he was completely mad anyway."
Just about sums music critics up, doesn't it !