As a teenager in the 1990s, hunting for CDs to feed my music addiction was pretty much my sole concern in life.  This was a time when new releases were still quite costly, so bargain bins and second-hand shops were usually where I went looking for treasure.  Prohibitively expensive import CDs were a forbidden extravagance but once a year, on my birthday I allowed myself the purchase of just one deliciously overpriced disc.  I would be recklessly impulsive, routinely choosing something I’d never heard before.  In 1996, the year I turned 19, that disc was Shawn Colvin's A Few Small Repairs.