Tribute to Dolores O’Riordan (1971-2018)
I was on my way out when I heard what happened. A rush of shock hit me and a million questions entered my brain. None of which at that moment I had time to explore. I was nearly late for work as it was. Still, I took a moment to grab an old CD off the rack. It was the only tribute I had time for just then.
I started the car and cracked open Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?. My commute was spent belting out the long-remembered lyrics to Linger. Transporting me back to another time, another place, another car; same painful track by track renditions…
Then a wave of sadness hit as the realization set in that there would be no new songs.
The 90s for me was all about the ladies in music. It was chick rock all the way, a unique period in music history when the ladies dominated. The likes of artists like Sarah McLaughlin, the Indigo Girls, Garbage, and of course The Cranberries. Up until this time there was still some question as to whether or not chicks can front a rock band. [Ridiculous, I know…] But the answer was a resounding, fuck yeah they can!
Stereo types were blown wide open and these pioneering women paved the way. Lyrically they weren’t taking any shit, and on stage they rocked the hell out of it. The Cranberries were in the front lines of this musical revolution. Dolores’ brilliant voice piercing through with distinction.
Crossing oceans, transcending genres and generations, and with her innate ability to show vulnerability and strength at the same time, continuing even now to inspire.
And for us mere mortals, we will have to settle for driving around singing with gusto a truly terrible imitation of a truly inimitable voice. Noelle Ellis