Suzanne Vega: Vaguely Seeking Suzanne

I'D NEVER BEEN to a coffee-shop in New York's Greenwich Village before, but the Paradise was just as I'd imagined such a place to be from movies like Annie Hall. Loft people idle away the afternoon's magic hour, and yuppie voices rise career-wise over the strains of piped Mozart and Vivaldi. Mmmmm, nice.