Dolores of Our Dreams

I came of age singing along with Dolores O'Riordan. The Cranberries were an alt-rock band like no other, in many ways ordinary and timid and rough-edged, and in that sense exactly like all the tweens and teens who heard their tenderest feelings made beautiful in a voice both sweet and strong.

Dolores was so young and inexperienced at the height of her fame, and yet her singing expressed complex emotion with the musical precision of a disciplined artist. She was a shy, fragile girl who seemed to have been chosen by the gods as a mouthpiece.

We love you, Dolores. You'll always be on the Discman of our dreams.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

35 Great Things About Turning 35

$Monday: Defund Mindless Consumption and Invest in What's Good

$Monday: Corona Summer Self-Care

TBT: Keep on the Sunny Side

TBT: Get a Second Opinion

TBT: Sweet Corn and Fire (Campfire Corn Recipe)

$Monday: Can You Breathe?

$Monday: Skip the Supplements (Unless Medically Advised)

TBT: Buddhist Meditations

$Monday: The Race to Keep a Roof Over Our Heads