Concert in Kodiak

So last night my date and I attended the Suzanne Vega concert in Kodiak. So nobody alerts my husband, my date was my 11-year-old son.

I was never a huge follower of Suzanne Vega, but did always like her. The place she holds in my heart is an odd one, however. When my two older kids were young, we would take a day every weekend and thoroughly clean the house, top to bottom. During the cleaning frenzy, we would always listen to one of three CDs: Cat Stevens, Simon & Garfunkle, or Suzanne Vega's first CD. Her CD was much more subdued than the other two artists, but would put you in an introspective mental space where you just silently worked, lost in your thoughts. A form of meditation almost.

The concert kept my toe tapping, and a couple of times I felt a strange urge to sweep under the seat next to me.