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.