Still bristling about two reviews . .

Rufus Wainwright's Want One:  Two and a half stars. Really? Really. One must admit the reviewer is mostly to be acknowledged for the review, pointing out its strongest pieces. Yet no mention of Dinner At Eight, the concluding song which is almost too good to be true. And by the reviewer's own admission: "frankly, Wainwright could be singing lists of names out a phone book and still be more exciting and inventive than 99 percent of the other albums out there". So why the unreflecting, seemingly biased and blase star review?

Sarah McLachlan's Surfacing: The negative review of this lovely album is disheartening. In this case the many purchasers of this album were not incorrect in their attraction to it. So many beautiful songs, and no mention in the review of Adia, a song that is so very memorable and unrelentingly beautiful, I don't understand it. Perhaps your reviewer's stoicism, and love and loyalty for and to Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, clouded his perception.