Sarah McLachlan
Less than a month from the scheduled release date, Sarah McLachlan holds a copy of the finished master for her new album, Afterglow. McLachlan and her longtime producer Pierre Marchand signed off on the mixes the previous week, starting the media frenzy over McLachlan’s anticipated follow-up to her multi-platinum 1997 album, Surfacing.
About to answer a question, she catches sight of her 18-month-old daughter, India, returning from a brief day trip. Whatever career-driven, promotion-minded thoughts were floating through McLachlan’s mind a moment ago suddenly melt away in the presence of her daughter. “Hi, sweetheart! Hi, boo-bear,” McLachlan coos at her toddler. “Did you have a nice time at the pool?” She gives her a big kiss.
“I just needed a quick cuddle,” McLachlan says to me. “I might be a little distracted for a few moments, but bear with me.”
Given the demands of new motherhood, it’s amazing that McLachlan has much of an attention span at all. But she takes only a moment to recover from the (admittedly welcome) interruption, which demonstrates her determination to return to the world of pop music, a world from which she withdrew nearly three years ago.
Although Surfacing came out six years ago, McLachlan toured for three years in support of the album. She also did three successive summers of the revolutionary female-focused Lilith Fair, a traveling festival she conceived and spearheaded. Finally, in 1999, she allowed herself a break to enjoy a bit of normal life. After taking time off in 2000 and starting work on new songs, the next year was to be a time for McLachlan to recharge and regroup; instead it turned out to be a year filled with equal measures of joyful anticipation and sorrow.
In the summer of 2001, McLachlan and her husband, drummer Ashwin Sood, celebrated the news that they’d be welcoming a child into the world the following spring. This happy announcement was tempered by the reality that McLachlan’s mother had recently been diagnosed with cancer. There was little hope she would survive until the end of the year, let alone to the end of McLachlan’s pregnancy. McLachlan chose to stay by her mother’s side in her final months.
“I was so thankful for that time off because I got to spend a lot of time with my mother,” says McLachlan. “I took a couple of trips with her in the spring and continued to work. I went to every doctor’s appointment with her and every treatment. I had really bad morning sickness for four months, too; I was pretty much green the whole time. And it was wild because it was when my mother was going through her worst chemotherapy treatments, so she was green all the time, too. In a way it made mine easier to bear, because I was like, ‘This is nothing compared to what my mother’s going through. I’m going through this for something incredibly beautiful and positive, and she’s going through this because she wants to live.’ … It was really hard, but I’m so glad I was able to do that and be there with her for that. And for a lot of the good times as well.”
In December 2001, McLachlan’s mother lost her battle with cancer. Knowing she was only four months away from delivering her child, and perhaps as a method of dealing with her grief, McLachlan returned to the songs she’d begun the previous year.
“Before I had India, I tried to finish as much as I could,” says McLachlan. “[The album] was about three-quarters done. Most of the songs, musically, were quite established. Lyrically, there was a lot to finish. A few were done, but on a lot of them, the focus had yet to be found.”
This focus remained elusive as she continued to work on songs but found them increasingly difficult to complete. With India’s arrival six months after her mother’s death, McLachlan’s work once again halted, and she immersed herself in motherhood. As the demands on her time and attention grew, and as her love of being a mother expanded exponentially, McLachlan began to feel distanced from her music. “Two months after India was born, I tried to force myself to go back to work just to get it done,” McLachlan remembers. “I thought, ‘I have to get this done; it’s just taking too long.’ It was the wrong reason to try and finish it. You don’t finish something because you need to get it done. You finish something because you have something to say. And I didn’t have anything to say. I had no creative juice at all and I was trying to force myself into it. It didn’t work, and I started pushing myself down and down and resenting everything and not liking any of the music I was doing and thinking it was all crap. Which seems to be what I do every time, but this time was particularly bad.”
A trip to Los Angeles earlier this year to continue work proved fruitless; McLachlan hated being away from India for long periods of time. Distraught over the creative impasse, and the lack of fun and spontaneity in the process, she went to her manager. He gave her some advice: Take a break and let it go for awhile. It turned out to be exactly the guidance she needed. “It was the best thing I could have done,” says McLachlan with clear relief. “I walked away from [the album] for about two months and didn’t think about it. I came back to it and listened to all the tracks we had—I think we had about nine done at that point—and I thought, ‘This is actually pretty good. I can see that this might not be an unsurpassable mountain anymore. I think we can actually make a record out of this.’ I had just pushed myself too hard and too early from being a mother. I wanted to just be that for a little longer. And you can’t force creativity.”