Not a day goes by that I don't listen to Sarah McLachlan sing whether on my computer, MP3 player, or in my truck.

I make no apologies. Despite a reputation as a "chick" artist, I proclaim from the mountain tops that I am an unapologetic fanatical worshiper of the music of one Sarah McLachlan. Yes, that makes me a weird animal, having a Y-chromosome and all but for years, Ms. McLachlan has topped, by a wide margin, my list of favorite artists.

On these pages, I will attempt to express the reasons for what you might consider an odd preference as my favorite among a wide variety of my musical interests.

Why would I do this? I don't know, that's what nutty fans do I guess.