I have spent more time with Ron than he spent with his ex-wife Loretta, more time than he spent with his current wife, more than any of his children, more than any other living person. And knowing him as I do, I can tell you that he is factually running a con job on you with his book.
He actually tipped me off to his method as a con man “getting by in life” mentality when I first met him in the mid ’80s. At the time I was a successful songwriter (Jeffrey Osborne’s “On the Wings of Love,” Sylvester Stallone’s Rambo film music, etc.) and he confided a few things to me. He told me that when he joined the Marines as a young man, after basic training, he had figured a way to get out of work by rubbing shoulders with enlisted officers (i.e., top brass on the base) and offering to play at their weddings, outings, picnics, etc. for free. He said he was essentially buying “leverage” to use at a later time—“perks for perks” as he called it. And he used it. He was given a cushy job, had full run of the canteen and never had to do kitchen duty. In other words, he never had to work to serve his country while in the military. To him, it was a con game he built around leverage and perks and he bragged about it to me on many occasions. While this is, in itself, not considered a crime, it does show how he used people to his own advantage instead of having to work for a living.
He was simply too lazy to practice, a complete dilettante … all the while strutting around and bragging about the failed two-bit recording contract he was supposedly offered 40 years prior, under his “stage name” Ron Savage.
He carried on the same method of life here in our religious order, trying to get by with everything but what his job was supposed to entail: being a musician and writing usable music. And the pathetic part of this is that he was the weakest musician I’ve ever worked with because he never worked to be a professional. He wouldn’t work at it, study, listen or learn. He was simply too lazy to practice, a complete dilettante and was definitely way out of his league here, all the while strutting around and bragging about the failed two-bit recording contract he was supposedly offered 40 years prior, under his “stage name” Ron Savage.
SEE THE VIDEO: PETER SCHLESS GIVES HIS FIRSTHAND ACCOUNT OF THE REAL RON MISCAVIGE
“His con man game fell to pieces because you can’t con a good piece of music into existence. So Ron would regularly turn out trash.”
sure he can find a few wackos to commiserate with him on how rough it was for
poor Ron here at Gold. I mean, he definitely had a problem while he was here
since he wasn’t allowed to live like a pig in a sty smelling of garlic and
littered with old, beat up exercise equipment here in his 5 star berthing. And
then again, he’d have to do something about that nasty black line on the carpet
from the front of the building to his room from all the food he dumped on the
new carpet. And would have had to take care of the new car his son and
daughters got him as a gift for his birthday instead of immediately trashing it
(which is what occurred.) I could literally smell the rotten food in his car
when he drove up to the recording studio—that was before he drove off without
having the courtesy to let us know he was leaving.
Peter Schless summed up his feelings on the person he knew but who has now become unrecognizable:
There are many very intelligent, highly likable people who’d LOVE to get a chance to talk about every minute of Ron’s last 25 years on the job with thousands of photographs to verify what they say. And there are plenty of people like me who can verify that his “facts” are merely the delusions of a very old man with a bad memory, making up stories and trying to make his fortune by pandering to a National Enquirer mentality.
So that’s the difference between Ron Miscavige and the rest of us here in the music department. He was, if I may use the phrase, a lazy musical dilettante and a bullshit artist on top of it. Really bad combination. At least Liberace could play the piano, and I’m sure he never tried to sell out his own family.