Monthly Archives: January 2018
Lead singer of the Cranberries Dolores O’Riordan has passed away.
Dolores O’Riordan, lead singer of Irish rock band The Cranberries, died suddenly on Monday. She was 46.
O’Riordan died in London, where she was recording, publicist Lindsey Holmes said.
“No further details are available at this time,” Holmes said, adding that the singer’s family was “devastated” by the news.
The first Cranberries song that I recall hearing was “Zombie” in August or September of 1994. I kinda liked it, but it got so incredibly overplayed in such a short time that to this day I almost cringe a little when I hear it. Overplayed so much that the warehouse I worked in at the time is burned into my memory and resurfaces every time I hear the song.
They came to dominate alternative radio in the mid-to-late 90s. I was never a big fan of theirs, but I did like some of their songs.
“Dreams” was pretty good, although it was overplayed a bit as well –
“Linger” is decent enough, it’s good enough that I don’t automatically change radio stations when I hear it –
Radio stations couldn’t get enough of that one, either. the song just, uh, hung around for a long time.
But I would have to say the song I liked best was “Ridiculous Thoughts.” Don’t know why, just a catchy tune. Good opening, and she belts it out fairly well at the end, too –
Rest In Peace, Dolores. Didn’t know you well, but sad to see you’re gone.
Is it really 2018 already? Seems like that far-flung future year of 2000 just arrived. And every year since has been getting stranger and stranger. Dave Barry does his usual year-end review –
Looking back on 2017 is like waking up after a party where you made some poor decisions, such as drinking tequila squeezed from the underpants of a person you do not really know. (At least you hope it was tequila.)
The next day finds you lying naked in a dumpster in a different state, smeared from head to toe with a mixture of Sriracha sauce and glitter. At first you remember nothing. But then, as your throbbing brain slowly reboots, memories of the night before, disturbing memories, begin creeping into your consciousness. As the full, hideous picture comes into focus, you curl into a ball, whimpering, asking yourself over and over: Did that really happen?
That’s how we here at the Year in Review feel about 2017. It was a year so surreal, so densely populated with strange and alarming events, that you have to seriously consider the possibility that somebody — and when we say “somebody,” we mean “Russia” — was putting LSD in our water supply. A bizarre event would occur, and it would be all over the news, but before we could wrap our minds around it, another bizarre event would occur, then another and another, coming at us faster and faster, battering the nation with a Category 5 weirdness hurricane that left us hunkering down, clinging to our sanity, no longer certain what was real.
Personally, I thought 2017 was just about the Most Entertaining Year Ever!