I played her music all day. My daughter is slowly becoming familiar with the sound that has largely shaped my taste in music and my deep affinity (obsession?) with everything Irish. The first three Cranberries albums fueled my high school band’s repertoire. We played their songs, sung her words, connected each lyric and hook and bass line and beat to every human emotion we knew. And they continue to move me to my core. Even with her gone. Especially now that she’s gone.
It was a sad day, truly. For her family and friends, no doubt. And for everyone who found solace in her music and in her voice.
Needless to say, the world will never be the same.
RIP Dolores.
