Found some photos I took at the Cranberries concert at Tennis Indoor on the 21st of August 2002, just about a year into the music reporter lark and a rare occasion where there wasn't an actual photographer available for this gig. I should probably get these scanned, because it was shot on film. No digital cameras in those days, so no luxury of taking as many shots as possible, and then choosing the best and editing them. So if you were a non-professional like me, all you could do is shoot and hope that you'd get something usable for publication when you got that film roll developed.
After Dolores O'Riordan's passing last year, and around the recent release of In the End, her posthumous album with the Cranberries, I've read numerous articles about her personal troubles, and how she struggled to cope during the height of the band's fame. But you wouldn't know any of that if you saw her in her element on that stage. Not everyone can pull off wearing a silver harlequin mask and red ruffled trousers as they shimmy across the stage, but she definitely could. And that was before she even opened her mouth and unleashed that voice of hers to sing those stone-cold classics she created with her bandmates. She was one of a kind.