It was 1994. I remember it clearly because I was standing in front of a CD rack when I saw her—this red-headed woman with a half-smile, staring right at me. Her right hand was resting on her heart, and everything about her, from her bright hair to her pale face, popped against this moody, dark background. The name “Sarah McLachlan” was scrawled on the side, right next to the album title: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. Mysterious, alluring—it had me hooked before I even knew who she was. I didn’t have a clue what she sounded like, but I was the type of person who bought records based on a gut feeling and the cover art. So, naturally, I grabbed it.
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