Touch (Sarah McLachlan Album) - Musicians

Musicians

  • Sarah McLachlan: vocals, 12-string and classical guitars, piano, keyboards
  • Stephen Nikleva: electric guitar
  • David Kershaw: bass guitar, double bass, backing vocals
  • Jeff Krosse: bass guitar, backing vocals
  • Naomi McLeod: backing vocals
  • Greg Reely: drums, percussion
  • Darren Phillips: drums, percussion, keyboards
  • Ross Hales: drums
  • Sherri Leigh: percussion
  • Tippi: percussion
  • Steve: percussion
  • Rudy: percussion
Sarah McLachlan
Studio albums
  • Touch
  • Solace
  • Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
  • Surfacing
  • Afterglow
  • Wintersong
  • Laws of Illusion
Live albums
  • Live EP
  • The Freedom Sessions
  • Mirrorball
  • Afterglow Live
  • Mirrorball: The Complete Concert
  • Live From Etown: 2006 Christmas Special
Other albums
  • Rarities, B-Sides and Other Stuff
  • Remixed
  • Bloom: Remix Album
  • iTunes Originals
  • Rarities, B-Sides and Other Stuff Volume 2
  • Closer: The Best of Sarah McLachlan
Singles
  • "Vox"
  • "The Path of Thorns (Terms)"
  • "Into the Fire"
  • "Drawn to the Rhythm"
  • "Possession"
  • "I Will Remember You"
  • "Building a Mystery"
  • "Sweet Surrender"
  • "Adia"
  • "Angel"
  • "Fallen"
  • "Stupid"
  • "World on Fire"
  • "River"
  • "U Want Me 2"
  • "Loving You Is Easy"
  • "Forgiveness"
  • "Illusions of Bliss"
Other songs
  • "Silence"
  • "Sing"
  • "Don't Let Go" w/Bryan Adams
Collaborators
  • Pierre Marchand
  • Ashwin Sood
  • Terry McBride
Related articles
  • Discography
  • Awards and nominations
  • Lilith Fair
  • Nettwerk
  • Music of Canada
  • Music of British Columbia

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