Mon Pere:
In tribute to a life, a song: Eddie Harris/Les McCann's
WRH 1943-2000
My father around the age of 25, I guess. He began playing sax in military school around the age of 13. Took up bass and guitar during the love revolution where he played and co habitated with the big names Jerry, Frank, Owsley, and Janice and the lesser known but closer to heart Mel (accomplice in all things crazy), Erio (his father like mentor and medicine man, Jim (co musician and friend), and many others who may wish to remain unnamed that were close to him and his band, the CIA (Citizens for Interplanetary Activity).
So I imagine it was a good time in San Francis Co. He talked this woman into coming back to his territory where he continued his music, masters in educating, and making love. Ten years later, Kennedy, King, Lennon, the KKK and fragile dreams were dead or dying and Ariel, I and Juliana were crying. My mother, the chosen woman, Adelaide, left with us for her territory to get back to teaching while my father reaquainted himself with "the search".
Soon after he met another teacher, Nancye, from whom he finally learned the true meaning of love and life continued. He spent many happy years close to his parents learning what POA meant and finding this harder to elude than the draft, tried to live as civilized a life as possible in an uncivilized society.
He headed bands by the names of Howlin' Ridge, a tribute to me, "Hal, and Ridge" his first born son, The Winston Hardy Original Blues Band, with band members too many to name, and finally published an album and book, respectively Mumbo Jumbo and Endurance, while giggiling around with The Roadmasters: Rocky Amaretto, Andy Brauner, Joe Moore making the core of the sometimes 12 piece blues band.
I lived with him from when I was 18 until 3 years later in 1997 when I went back to finish college at University of Delaware. A lot of learning and catching up was done in a short time. I learned what it would be like to not be able to let go of a dying parent by watching him and his father. I learned what blazing your own path would mean in relations to those around you who couldn't keep up or wanted to take a different way. I learned that there is no moment other than the present moment, and I wasn't crazy for thinking that everything I could ever want was within reach, if I just got up the nerve to reach for it.
He died from a broken heart just after the mellinium. Having touched many lives inexorably and definitely changing the world we live in. He will not be forgotten. As Nancye appropriately engraved on his tombstone: To be continued...
"Try to make it real, Compared to What?"
WRH 1943-2000So I imagine it was a good time in San Francis Co. He talked this woman into coming back to his territory where he continued his music, masters in educating, and making love. Ten years later, Kennedy, King, Lennon, the KKK and fragile dreams were dead or dying and Ariel, I and Juliana were crying. My mother, the chosen woman, Adelaide, left with us for her territory to get back to teaching while my father reaquainted himself with "the search".
Soon after he met another teacher, Nancye, from whom he finally learned the true meaning of love and life continued. He spent many happy years close to his parents learning what POA meant and finding this harder to elude than the draft, tried to live as civilized a life as possible in an uncivilized society.
He headed bands by the names of Howlin' Ridge, a tribute to me, "Hal, and Ridge" his first born son, The Winston Hardy Original Blues Band, with band members too many to name, and finally published an album and book, respectively Mumbo Jumbo and Endurance, while giggiling around with The Roadmasters: Rocky Amaretto, Andy Brauner, Joe Moore making the core of the sometimes 12 piece blues band.
I lived with him from when I was 18 until 3 years later in 1997 when I went back to finish college at University of Delaware. A lot of learning and catching up was done in a short time. I learned what it would be like to not be able to let go of a dying parent by watching him and his father. I learned what blazing your own path would mean in relations to those around you who couldn't keep up or wanted to take a different way. I learned that there is no moment other than the present moment, and I wasn't crazy for thinking that everything I could ever want was within reach, if I just got up the nerve to reach for it.
He died from a broken heart just after the mellinium. Having touched many lives inexorably and definitely changing the world we live in. He will not be forgotten. As Nancye appropriately engraved on his tombstone: To be continued...
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