Classical Revolution – Sundays at Revolution Cafe

“Searing.” That’s what the guy next to me kept saying after every piece. Also, “That guy is the Pink Floyd of the 1700s,” referring to Mozart or, “The Kurt Cobain of the 1790s.”

I don’t know about that.

Classical is a tough job at a cafe packed full of people talking, smoking, and drinking, but this crew has it going on. Most of the people in attendance are in rapt attention. A morphing crew of classical hipsters cranking out the 18th century jams. The one violin player had a unique style, playing it more like a guitar with his thumb sticking out, the notes bending and sliding more like a vocal solo than a staccato violin attack, coming out of his seat at those intense moments.

Two guys working the piano, which seems pretty well tuned for a cafe piano.

The girl next to me waiting for her boyfriend cello player to be finally done. She’s been here since 7:00.

All the Europeans! Never saw so many since I lived in Germany.

A great place to bring your mom on a Sunday night.

My minidisc conked out. Audio next week…Check ‘em out.

Sundays at 8:45, Revolution Cafe on 22nd @ Mission.