My fathers name was Kieran and he bought me my first fiddle in London.

That fiddle spent many years on top of my parents wardrobe in their bedroom before I reached the age where I could go for fiddle lessons to Frank Custy In Toonagh near Ennis, Co. Clare. Sometimes my parents took it down from the wardrobe to show it to me and I was always fascinated by it. My father also played the piano and created some nice sounds in the house when playing it, as well as influences of old records of traditional music. He sadly passed away suddenly when I was 19 years old, so this tune is dedicated to the memory of keeping his spirit alive through the music.