You know, Sarah McLachlan doesn’t get nearly enough props.  She is so clear, all bell-like, pure like ice cold water.  She’s, like, the Queen of Mentholated.

I kind of forget that she’s there, but then you mention her music to some people and they get that look in their eyes that says, “Sarah McLachlan’s voice has been with me through so many long lonely nights that I will beat your ass to a bloody pulp if you say anything bad about her.”

Just like people make love listening to Sade, people seem to want to listen to Sarah when they cry.

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