"When I was four, we would go out of the house when it’s raining. We would runaway and throw leaves at each other. When I was five, we would listen to the radio and listen to the sweetest songs those days. When I was six, we would fight and fight until we offended each other’s ego. She would say “you’re forgiven, not forgotten,” and she would laugh and cuddle me on my bed. When I was seven, she would sing to me only when I sleep so I wouldn’t hear her golden voice. When I was eight, she would always say “we are so young now,” and I would smile because it reminded me that I’d never get old. When I was fourteen, when I had that very first heartbreak, she said “everybody hurts,” and I got up and moved on. When she died, I was sixteen then, I was at her deathbed, and she said her last words for me: “I’ll be at your side."
The Corrs is one easy-to-hate band. Think about it: Siblings Jim, Sharon, Caroline and Andrea come from an incredibly good-looking gene pool; they’re overwhelmingly popular and they’re all talented and accomplished musicians; except that you can’t.
Everything about the Corrs, from their effervescent pop songs to their charming Irish black hair and green eyes, is so dang likeable that you can’t help thinking only good thoughts about the band. Apparently, the whole world feels the same way, otherwise, The Corrs wouldn’t have sold 40 million records.