Mr. Shawn ColvinBy Wade Kwon
The new Shawn Colvin CD came out this week, much to my surprise. I giddily snapped up a copy and listened to it twice (so far).
Someday, Iâ€™m going to marry her.
Iâ€™ve been in love with Shawn for more than a decade. She used to be this touring troubadour from South Dakota that no one ever heard of.
Then she won a couple of Grammys in 1997 for the single â€œSunny Came Homeâ€ and everyone knew her. For a while, anyway.
(She had won previously, but no one noticed.)
Now sheâ€™s starting over with another label, and a mostly new album in â€œThese Four Walls.â€
What drew me to her music was this bright-dark combo of pop and folk. It was intimate, it was upbeat, it was stirring.
I started with â€œFat City,â€ then began to track down her previous discs. And Iâ€™ve been adding to the collection just as fast as she puts them out.
When I interviewed her in 2001, she talked about competing in triathlons and embarking on motherhood. She didnâ€™t mention a relapse of depression, and even my fan-driven research didnâ€™t uncover this hidden illness.
She talks openly about her 22-year battle with depression these days, along with her career twists and turning 50. As always, I am taken by her frankness, her toughness, her lyricism.
Iâ€™ve seen her perform live a few times, though Iâ€™m not sure Iâ€™ll get a chance during this tour.
Even so, Iâ€™ll be absorbing the new tunes for awhile, savoring the lilting melodies. Itâ€™s rare I get excited about a new disc, but I still follow a few artists with a passion.
Someday, Iâ€™m going to marry Shawn Colvin. Then Iâ€™ll be the one singing.