Staying tuned in
At the cutting edge of the evolution of Irish music for 30 years he has put music to a long poem by Anthony Cronin.
The poem is about the RMS Titanic and sections will be sung by Allison Sleator and Daoiri Farrell, while Lunny and Graham Henderson will play the music. It takes place in Ranelagh Market, Dublin at 8pm next Friday.
Lunny has composed music for theatre, TV dramas and documentaries, written scores for several films and produced albums for Kate Bush, Elvis Costello and Rod Stewart.
Aged 65 and a dad of four, his nine-year-old daughter, Sora, lives in Japan with her mum while another daughter, Cora, has given him a grandson.
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I wouldn’t flatter myself by saying I’m very fit. I’m half reasonable but I could do with losing a few pounds. I don’t use a car so I cycle anytime I can. It certainly helps keep me active and stops me putting on weight.
Not really, although over a year ago I had an unusual sensation in my chest. I had it checked and discovered I had a blockage somewhere in the vicinity of my heart. I had a stint installed and was out of hospital within a day. I used to smoke on and off and I stopped that day. It was a clean and happy break without any withdrawal symptoms.
I try to eat brown wholemeal bread. In the winter months I eat porridge with soya milk. I try to eat the odd smoked mackerel and I do quite a bit of cooking myself – straightforward stuff such as chicken and vegetable stews.
I’m not drawn to cream or sweet stuff. I love Indian food. Sometimes I’ll sit down to a large Indian meal with lots of spices.
I’m glad to say that not much would keep me awake, just the odd pressing deadline where I have something that needs to be written, mixed or produced by a certain time.
If I get the opportunity, I’ll go to a session and play music for hours with other traditional musicians.
Mahatma Gandhi.
I love the smell of herbs and spices — basil would be one of my favourites and thyme is a close second.
There was a time when I’d like to have been taller but I don’t care anymore.
Quite recently I was watching TV very late at night in a hotel. There was a programme about a British soldier who had been fatally wounded in Afghanistan and his father was describing going to the hospital to see him and he got there just before he died. The emotion of that father really broke me up.
The kind of predatory opportunism that is sometimes considered a great asset in business. You see it in young men in BMWs who really jump at opportunities in traffic.
I’d like to be more focused. My memory is bad — that’s one thing I’d like to change. I forget things. I wish I had a better memory.
Maybe not in a conventional way but I would have the same emotional internal expression as prayer.
A piece of music, meeting an old friend, the sun coming out from behind a cloud.

