I always think of this song first.
‘I thought nothing
could go wrong,
but I was wrong,
I was wrong.’
I’m sitting in the back seat of the family Volvo estate behind the driver’s seat, my mum at the wheel, driving down Hatfield Avenue to church in Fleetwood, one sunny Sunday. It was a glorious day with that sweet warm smell of a newly arriving spring in the air, a day that made you want to breath deeply and suck as much of it as you could into your lungs.
On the radio came the guitar picked intro to Linger, with Dolores O’Riordan’s voice humming lazily over the top. It sounded like the contented sigh of someone lying on the grass after a long walk. The lyrics weren’t that happy, but the melodyline and O’Riordan’s voice had me from the beginning.
When Dreams was released later in 1994 my love of the Doc Marten wearing Irish band was cemented. I got their first album Everyone Else Is Doing It So Why Can’t We for my birthday that October and drove my parents crazy for the next twelve months playing what my mum called ‘that wailing awful din’ at full volume while I hid in my room from the bickering of my sisters downstairs, thinking melancholy thoughts about how summer never really comes and is always gone too soon.