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I sought advice on this.

The following comment was left on Wallace’s spoof Brian Wilson post late last night (Brisbane time). I have no way of ascertaining whether it’s for real. Obviously, I could email the fellow on the address given below, but if someone’s gone to the bother of making the comment up, then creating a new Gmail account isn’t going to worry them. I’m inclined to believe it is, simply because it seems like an incredibly elaborate AND obscure hoax to pull … why would you bother? (Of course someone could be running a hoax comment with Lorren Daro’s real email address. If that proves to be the case, I will immediately take this down.)

One contributor advised me not to bother running it: they felt that, if it’s real, it’s simple self-promotion, posted to settle old scores. Another stated: “I’m kind of a ‘let the chips fall where they may’ kind of guy”. Although I agree with the former I also side with the latter.

I have, of course, have no way of verifying any of the content is for real or not, even assuming it was written by Lorren. That’s for you to decide.

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Lorren Daro says:

May 27, 2012 at 6:59 pm

BRIAN AND LSD

I’m the fellow who gave LSD to Brian Wilson in the early Sixties. I have been vilified for doing this for almost fifty years. I would like to set the record straight about this event:

I had been a close friend of Brian’s for three years when he came to me and literally begged me to give him LSD. At first, sensibly, I refused. Two years earlier, Brian had asked me to give him marijuana. I refused to do that, as well. During this period, Brian was at my home, or I at his, several times a week, and I attended many of his recording sessions.

Several nights a week when I was off the road, I held in my home what could be termed a ‘salon’ – much like Gertrude Stein did in the Paris of the Twenties. Many young artists, musicians and celebrities of the period attended. Almost everyone smoked marijuana except Brian. I would not allow him to. A full year later, I finally relented and gave Brian a joint. He loved the effects and felt his creativity had been greatly enhanced by the drug. There were no ill effects on him that anyone could detect. He was grateful for my finally agreeing to do this for him, and he continued to write one hit after another. He was stable, sane, and in high spirits.

Soon, Brian’s young cousins from Chicago came to L.A. to live with him. Along with them came a friend of theirs named Terry Satchen. Terry ingratiated himself with Brian by supplying him with marijuana, hashish and tempting him with other substances. I witnessed this personally and warned Brian to stay away from him.

Not long after, Brian told me that if I didn’t give him LSD, Terry would do it. I knew how badly that would turn out, and so, once again, I relented. I had taken many trips and I knew the rules: Be an attentive and compassionate guide. Don’t take the drug at the same time. Keep silent and protect the tripper from the environment and himself. I carefully warned Brian of the risks involved. He had a joyous, deep and moving experience, and thanked me endlessly for this gift.

This was the one and only time I gave LSD to Brian. For the record, it was 125mcg of genuine Owsley, a clean, pure and correct dose from the best source known. This happened in 1964. LSD was not declared illegal until 1966.

Within months, Brian retired from the road with the Beach Boys to stay at home to write and produce their records. It was something he had wanted to do for years. Brian’s jealous and patently insane father, the Boys, and especially the ironically-named Mike Love, were appalled by Brain’s decision. He was always bullied and intimidated by these people, and found that the only way he could get away from them was to feign mental illness – hiding in his bedroom with a pillow over his head, acting erratic and unstable, etc. He admitted to me many times that this was a theatrical performance and a purposeful sham to get off the road.

He performed this act for so long, and with everyone in his life (with the exception of myself and a few trusted friends), that eventually he became pathological. Brian’s descent was exacerbated by his excess intake of food, tobacco, cocaine, speed, downers, more LSD, as well as many other drugs given to him by, among others, Terry Satchen, as Brian related to me.

That ridiculous quack, Dr. Eugene Landy, made all of this much worse with the prescription drugs and the line of bull he fed Brian on a daily basis. None of this was helped in the least by Brian’s (in my opinion), moronic, bovine wife, Marilyn, a woman he had married only because he had been rejected by her sister, Diane, the one he really loved.

All those fools around him blamed that first trip on LSD for Brian’s retreat from the road and from the world, ignoring what he had subsequently imbibed. But he only wanted to stay home with his wife, his dogs, his piano, his jukebox, his recording studio, and his swimming pool. He hated, really hated, the road. On his last tour flight, he had a well-documented nervous breakdown. Brian told me this was a ploy to get off the road.

I became the villain in this drama. I was the ‘Hollywood hipster’ who had ruined Brian’s life. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Brian’s real friends, like David Anderle (whom I had known since grammar school), Tony Asher, at the time, my best friend, and Van Dyke Parks (I introduced Tony and Van Dyke to Brian), all agreed that I had done no harm to Brian, and, considering the threat posed by Terry Satchen and others, had protected him admirably.

All I can say in my defense is that it is universally understood that Brian’s best work followed in the next two years: ‘Pet Sounds’, ‘Good Vibrations’ (written about my wife, Lynda), and ‘Smile’, among others. (Incidentally, ‘I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times’ was written about me.) Mike Love hated all this new, modern work, and viciously attacked Brian about it again and again; for years, Mike employed teams of lawyers to harass him. He called ‘Good Vibrations’ “avant-garde shit”. Ask yourself, how you would have liked to have spent years on the road with (again, in my opinion), the detestable Mike Love?

Please keep in mind that Brian, to this day, is humble, self-effacing and eager to please others. He has always abhorred confrontation of any kind. He was unable to stand up to powerful villains like his father and Mike Love – not to mention Marilyn and a greedy herd of record business executives. Running away and pretending to be mentally ill was his only solution. He was fenced-in by selfish, narrow-minded mediocrities.

Because of this, Brian could not mention my name in public, or to any of them, except in ‘regretting’ his LSD experience. Brian’s mother, Audrey, became the inspiration for ‘Good Vibrations’. Just reading the lyrics will explode that myth. Also, that ‘I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times’ was about himself. ‘Not made for these times’? ‘What goes wrong’? It makes no sense.

I loved, and still love, Brian. I tried to be the best friend I could be for him. I never took anything from him, although he offered many things, many times – including the presidency of his label, Brother Records, which I sensibly declined. He subsequently offered it to David Anderle, who accepted.

Yes, Brian has publicly denied my beneficial influence on his life, but he has never done that with me, or with his real friends. Because the people around him hated me, and because Brian is incapable of giving offense to those he depends upon, he cannot speak positively about the life-affirming experiences we shared and survive the blowback. To quote Tony Asher, with whom Brian wrote ‘Pet Sounds’, “Brian is a musical genius, and an amateur human being.”

I am in my seventy-fifth year. I have carried the burden of my blackened reputation long enough. I have never felt guilty over my decision to give Brian what he wanted – and felt he needed. I was inside this situation and understood it deeply. Considering the alternatives with which I was presented, I did what I knew was right for Brian. Please keep in mind that it takes two minds to agree to any mutual action. Brian is as responsible for his own decisions as I am for mine. And, please keep in mind, you weren’t there!

Please feel free to comment and/or post this missive to other Websites as you choose. I will be pleased to reply to anyone who wishes to engage with me in sane, intelligent dialogue on this subject. But, if you just want to vilify me further, please save your energy.

Lorren Daro (formerly Loren Darro Schwartz)

lorrendaro@gmail.com

Who I am:

I grew up in Beverly Hills and graduated from UCLA. I was, in turn, a talent agent for the three largest agencies in Hollywood: MCA, GAC and Ashley-Famous. I founded the rock and roll departments for the latter two. Sick and tired of being required to lie to bosses, vendors and clients, I left to become, in turn, a publicist (Johnny Mathis), a record promotion man (Liberty Records), a concert promoter (Ray Charles), and, for many years, the national Tour Manager for a number of famous musical groups. Many of these were English bands that hired me for their American tours. These included, among others, The Beach Boys, The Who, The Association, Deep Purple, The Troggs and Three Dog Night. I was, at that time, the highest paid Tour Manager in show business.

I left the road in the early Seventies to live in Big Sur and Carmel Valley. I started a family, and ran my own agency serving colleges and universities with concert acts. I went into real estate investments and published two books: a specialized English dictionary and a textbook on health supplements, both of which I authored. I moved to a small town in Northern California in 1999 and still reside there.

14 Responses to odd comment left on Brian Wilson blog entry

  1. Erika May 29, 2012 at 1:03 pm

    There is a somewhat more detailed “showbiz history” of Lorren Daro online, said to be written by Bob Simon, former staff member at Rolling Stone, but I had to go into the cached version of google’s results to see it. It appears to have Daro’s birthday wrong by about a decade, but otherwise, everything else matches with this post. Also, I’ve found and address and phone number for Daro’s Sonoma County based company. So confirming an identity doesn’t seem so difficult (for someone in the U.S.)

    And so what if the comment was written to settle old scores? It’s a fascinating glimpse, from one person’s perspective, into southern California in the early and mid 1960s, where so many people were exploring their world creatively and looking for new ways to see. Many, many people were experimenting with L.S.D. (which was indeed legal) and in those early days they tended to be very careful with it. Owlsey acid was indeed known for its quality. Most anyone who as actually tried LSD knows that it is not an addictive drug, not a mind-control drug. Few people are permanently affected by it. Most who are, do a great deal of it and/or have a pre-existing problem.

    So why shouldn’t someone be able to speak out publicly in their own defense, or to share a point of view on something they personally experienced? Why shouldn’t Collapse Board give a platform to someone who wishes to share this point of view on the life and history an important 20th century artist? What has Daro really got to gain from this type “self promotion”? Is he still in the industry? No. Has he written a book about this topic? No.

    More importantly, to me, this: The concept of feeding someone massive amounts of alcohol and/or other drugs, and then taking advantage of their weakened state is a very old trick, and in my opinion, really needs to be brought into the light. It’s how some people operate. Artists are often so into their own heads, or they are survivors of abuse and/or dealing with addiction – they often don’t recognize this vanity and greed-driven behavior from parasites and thieves who present themselves as friends or benefactors.

    And yes, it is also very common for an artist to take on a persona as a shield – only to find that later, the persona takes over. That’s the flip side of “fake it till you make it.” The power of acting “as if.”

    I don’t think you can claim to care about art and artists unless you are willing to recognize that this type of exploitation goes on, and call it out when you see it. Yeah, when you shine light on this behavior you might risk the ire of somewhat influential people in “The Industry” – to hell with them. They are parasites who survive largely because they operate behind closed doors. They survive because the “genius personality” is hungry and eager and childlike and naive.

    I am not intimately familiar with the Brian Wilson story, but based on what I’ve seen and experienced, this sounds real.

  2. Princess Stomper May 29, 2012 at 6:41 pm

    I absolutely agree with Erika – and yes, you were right to run this.

  3. AprilDancer May 30, 2012 at 6:42 am

    The whole thing sounds wack to me when he says I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times is about himself. I also can’t stand people who put down other people’s wives and the mothers of their children. I’d like to hear what Wendy and Carnie would say to Lorren about what he said about their sweet mom Marilyn Wilson-Rutherford. He should be ashamed of himself.

  4. Muggins May 30, 2012 at 6:52 pm

    There is certainly a relationship between the Beach Boys fan community’s weird insecurities and their continued obsession with how some adults made some decisions about substances that they would like to try in the middle of the 60s when every artist worth a damn was doing the same. People have for a long time treated Brian Wilson as a child, not only in matters of knowing the consequences of actions, but as an artist.

    Simpering guff that pats on back and says “Oh but you didn’t mean that, did you dear?” All comes through the Smile divider and those that get excited at the myths more than the beautiful three and a half minute tracks that made up his albums. John Lennon is for better or worse considered an adult. Old Brian isn’t. This is the only divide worth mentioning between The Beatles and The Beach Boys.

  5. Joseph Kyle May 31, 2012 at 5:07 am

    Wasn’t he notorious for being on the SMiLE (Brian Wilson album) DVD documentary as laughing and giggling about his giving Brian Wilson LSD, as if getting his brain fried was a badge of honor?

  6. Bonnie June 13, 2012 at 5:03 am

    I believe it’s real and I can even believe that much of it’s true. I’m not sure the guy did himself any favors by writing it; he comes across as self-important, bitter and controlling. But for the hundreds, probably thousands of us who have written on Wilson and the Beach Boys at some point, it’s another interesting bit to draw on from the volumes of lore.

    Bonnie, L.A. RECORD

  7. Lorren Daro June 29, 2012 at 7:32 am

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  8. Allison DuPree July 25, 2012 at 8:04 am

    Looks like a gimmick. An attempt to get some publicity. Why bring it up after so many years as a comment on a blog post. I am sure there are better ways to post the truth!

  9. Everett True April 22, 2014 at 5:04 pm

    Van Dyke Parks comment on Twitter.

  10. shireen liane April 23, 2014 at 12:15 am

    Adult in mid-1960s want to take drugs. Adult finds willing participants. Most of us have to navigate this path without being absolved of all responsibility, even when it goes wrong.

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  12. Haida August 3, 2016 at 4:55 pm

    Terry Sachen was my father and I take offence to this dick head Larro blaming my dad for Brian’s down fall. What a joke! IT WAS THE 60s!!!! As if this guy kept Brian away from drugs for a year. Not letting anyone give Brian drugs. As if he had that power! BRIAN WAS AN ADULT! And he had free choice.
    So SCREW YOU DARRO, or what ever your made up name is.

  13. R Rose August 8, 2016 at 4:58 pm

    Lorren, I knew a close friend that hung out with the guys at the time you indicate, his first name was Ed what was his surname? You would have known him too.

  14. Real person August 9, 2016 at 12:08 am

    Confirmed by Van Dyke

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