The first time I heard Shania Twain, I was sitting in my sisters kitchen. It was sometime during the Clinton administration and for whatever reason we were listening to the kind of contemporary hits radio station that we both usually avoid. Then Youre Still The One came on. We listened for a minute or so before I said, Man, that is going to be a huge hit. The moment was hardly the equivalent of hearing a couple lads named John and Paul sing at a school assembly in Liverpool and then predicting they would conquer the world.