Thank you for the delightful care package! The jam was wonderful, as was the album by A Fine Frenzy (aka Alison Sudol), though after repeat listens to this young, female adult-contemporary balladeer, I fear that dark thoughts have entered my brain.
In fact, I often wake up drenched in cold sweat and warm urine, as my recurring nightmare finds me at Lilith Fair watching some faceless performer who sounds like Sarah McLachlan. Since there's no booze around to ease my boredom, I try to leave, but then a 10-foot-tall Rottweiler stops me and says I can never leave, that Lilith Fair is forever.
Should A Fine Frenzy's non-threatening, cooingly sweet voice and predictable, slightly schmaltzy arrangements have made me dream these things? It does sound like that singer-songwriter, piano-led, light-rock band stuff - which is fine if you dig it - but I must send it back, as I'm already dealing with those Tori Amos day-mares. (She eats people's faces!)