My grandfather, Tom Cahill (my mom’s father), played the fiddle. I heard him play when we went to Ireland for the first time in 1962. By 1967, when we went for the second time, I was able to play along with him. He played hearty music in that West Limerick / Kerry style–with his bowing and his feel. I’ve always loved slides and polkas, and I know this is why… they’re like home to me.
I enjoyed writing this one.
