About My Dad's Music
By Sebastian Hardy (Son of Farlan)
My dad's music is not very much, if at all, like anyone else's music- so if you're expecting music like Paul McCartney's or Mick Jagger's, stop reading this now.
During my dad's lifetime, I was never in much of a position to appreciate his kind of music, mainly because I was about eight years old when he was doing the majority of it.
A lot of modern day music is basically just some long-haired weirdos screaming words that vaguely rhyme at the top of their voices over electric guitar noises that sound like a piece of sheet metal being attacked with a rusty hammer.
I was tasked with creating the animation for The Old Fox, the half-animation for The Master, and no animation for the other two. you can look at on the front page. My mother was the "director." Listening to my dad's songs once has one kind of effect on you- listening to the same one of my dad's songs about 24 times in a row has an entirely different effect.
Because my dad (and moms (I got two), and me) are not what you'd call an average family by any means, nothing we do is average either.
The earliest memory of my dad was when I was three or four. He had been given an old harmonium by a friend of his, and was telling me his grand plans for it. He would make it look better than ever before. Seven years later, and after his death, we sold the done-up harmonium for £8000.
He also painted. We still have the majority of his works today, with just a few somewhere else in the world.
Beginning in 1994, he wrote a five-volume book, "The Wayward Way." If you want a description of it, you're in trouble. You'd have to read it yourself, but carefully- no living being has ever managed to read it through to the end. You can read a sample of it here.
The book has yet to be published, and we're not sure if it ever will be published- besides, chances are if it was, all the Mary Whitehouse-esque people of the world would be at our front door within minutes.
He looked like Obi-Wan Kenobi, and could always tell where the remote control was. Maybe he was using the force!
His unexpected death occured less than six months before 9/11, an event he predicted in October 1977.
Since then, my mother has been trying to get his work recognized, with little success at first, because no gallery would take his paintings, and very few people have heard his music.
If you want to listen to music that's not Paul McCartney's, Mick Jagger's, or modern day, you should try my dad's music.
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