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.

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