This memorial was created in memory of Harvey Parker, born on July 15, 2001 in London and who died in December, 2021.
We have raised funds and created a Trust in memory of Harvey; to support young adults who benefit from emotional or mental health support including, neurodiverse, gender-diverse, and talented musicians from under-represented communities.
Harvey was loved by many and will be dearly missed by all friends and family.
Harvey Bosco Lennon Parker
July 2001 - December 2021
Creative to the core: a gifted writer and musician, kind to the vulnerable, tenacious, determined, independent and brilliantly funny. Non-conforming, not interested in the middle ground, Harvey was unique, and loved so much.
They were deeply and passionately concerned about equity and those who felt at life's margins: they championed inclusive rights for queer and trans people, and for marginalised people.
Harvey lived for music: born during the weekend of the first ever Lovebox weekend festival, they attended their first festival - Womad - aged 2 years old.
Harvey mastered flute, oboe, piano and organ, and also sang – with a distinctive sound that reflected his character - a gentle, powerful voice with huge emotional depth.
Harvey was wickedly funny. Their best joke I can't share here, but they enjoyed hyperbolic melodrama of all shades, and scenes verging on the horrific (or the outright messed up) - laughing to the point of weakness at films like It, The Shining and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane. He was the master of understatement, with a superbly wry, ironic tone. Their most arch, 'it won't end well' delivered with perfect timing, a raised eyebrow and withering sidelong glance often saying so more than any words could.
Harvey enjoyed spectacle and socialising, exploring and taking ownership of their gender fluidity - and dazzling at a photo shoot for Lanvin.
Harvey embraced colour, spectacle, ambiguity.
They were a regular at Heaven and G -A-Y, where they were popular and made great friends.
At York, friends would contact him to go out at the end of the week, to find he was already in Leeds clubbing there, or London packing in sometimes several gigs in one night, and almost always a gig then a club.