Kevin Myers: The rebirth of Irish music is Ciaran Mac Mathuna's legacy
WELL, if Ciaran Mac Mathuna can die, I suppose anyone can. Actually, I had always thought that he was immortal. He certainly appeared to have all the ingredients.
For he was a great big pool of placidity. You could have sunk The Third Battle of Ypres, the Tet Offensive and Saddam Hussein, without trace, in the vast ocean of tranquillity that was Ciaran Mac Mathuna. Stress or anger or conflict or tension or bitterness or unkindness were absent entirely from his make-up.
It was as if he were made out of different materials from the rest of the human race. Moreover, his marriage to Dolly seemed to have been blessed with unjust levels of wisdom and love plus absurdly talented offspring.