from Aoife Nic Cormaic Compositions
An Glaoch is one of those tunes that arrived, seemingly out of nowhere, fully formed.
It was written in Schiphol airport while waiting for a delayed flight. I remember taking the fiddle out of the case and plucking the strings, willing the time to pass more quickly. By the time we were ready to board, An Glaoch had arrived. The word ‘glaoch’ can mean a few things- a vocation, a call but I always think of it as meaning ‘the call’ in relation to this tune.
