There are very few things I place above really good music.
Sure, there's the essential stuff like food, water, air, family, friends, and God - but, aside from those, there are very few, if any, things I place above really good music.
Those of you who know me know that I'm more than a bit obsessed with Dave Matthews Band.
Actually, the music's not so much an obsession as it is a way of life for me. If I handed you a time line of my life, complete with every high, low, and in-between moment, you could point to any period and I'd be able to tell you which DMB song carried me through it.
Hmm...maybe I am obsessed.
Music is therapeutic, but DMB's stuff is in a league of its own.
Anyway, what I don't talk about as often is that much of Sarah McLachlan's music has a similar therapeutic effect for me. Fumbling Towards Ecstasy was pretty much my relationship soundtrack back in the 90s and the album that inspired a lot of my own writing back then.
Aside from helping to heal my former teenaged self's heart, Sarah McLachlan also...