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By Hiya Swanhuyser

Published on January 22, 2008 at 4:22am

A crowd spills onto the sidewalk. People sway, drink, and close their eyes in rapt appreciation as young musicians work up a smirking sweat. It's a familiar enough scene, but at Classical Revolution, the music is three hundred years old. The impossible (free, stylish classical music) happens here, as Beethoven, Mozart, Vivaldi, and their classical compatriots sit on the music stands in a bizarre combination of vital live music event and total dorkout.
Sundays, 8 p.m., 2007