Linda Grielich is the Community Events Director for Golden Era Productions. With a distinguished career as a professional singer, starring as Mary in the original tour of Jesus Christ Superstar and having performed in several television shows as well as touring with several bands, Linda came to Golden Era Productions to dedicate her talents to religious and social betterment activities. This is what she has to say about Ron Miscavige.
When I started to work with Ron Miscavige, who was the 3rd trumpet player in the Golden Era Band, I was aghast at how nasty he was to me and to the other band members, many of whom had a longer list of creds than me! I was known by the professional music directors I worked with as always being spot on in pitch and rhythm when I sang, but Ron constantly harped at me for singing flat and telling me how I didn’t know anything about music. Ron would do this at rehearsals in front of the band and when we had a guest singer or musician. He would never hold back in putting me down. Ron was always loud and unpleasant in his carping, which would be embarrassing and demeaning if you didn’t know this is how bad mannered Ron actually is.
Ron was always very loud and unpleasant in his carping which was embarrassing and demeaning.
I can truthfully say I never experienced such awful treatment in ANY show or performance or recording session I ever did before working with Ron. But because of my immense respect for his son, I tolerated Ron and ignored, as best I could, his poor treatment of me and others.
Ron was verbally abusive to everyone. Ron would complain that “the piano player was musically illiterate,” yet Ron had never studied music and the piano player had a gold-record hit as a songwriter and piano player. Ron would say “I was just a Broadway singer and couldn’t do anything else” or “the drummer could not keep time” and “drummers weren’t really musicians anyway.” Ron would say these things to people’s faces and would get even more nasty behind their backs and would never hold back to say things that would embarrass the musicians, myself and embarrass even the guests who might be around.
Ron had a temper. He would get mad and fly off the handle… I remember Ron was really pissed off at one of the sax players and he went after him with his fists flying.
Ron also had a temper. He would get mad and fly off the handle. The trombone player was slow in answering Ron one day and he would start to yell at him very loud “come on talk, talk, TALK!” Ron would get louder and make the trombone player shrink back. I remember one time that Ron was really pissed off at one of the sax players and he went after him with his fists flying. Ron didn’t complete his action that I recall but he would be outrageously loud and volatile and unpleasant.
Once we were working on doing some choreography and Ron threw a fit because he did not want to do any movement while he was playing, other than just standing there. Like a child, Ron walked out of the rehearsal screaming all the way. Worse than a 2-year-old! Again, we in the band were embarrassed by his unprofessional display.
Ron once called the other horn players “c--k s---ers.” The word rude does not begin to give the level of crude Ron would achieve.
We traveled all over the world playing music for Scientology Churches and events. We did thousands of shows. We did a lot of events here in the local valley. And as a band we were constantly worried about what would come out of Ron’s mouth. Once he got on the microphone where he was introducing a colleague to the audience and Ron said, “She walks on her right leg and she walks on her left leg and in between them she makes her living,” which was such an inappropriate thing to say. I was completely embarrassed.
Ron once called the other horn players “c--k s---ers.” The word rude does not begin to give the level of crude Ron would achieve on a daily basis and go off laughing like it was the best joke, all the while leaving the rest of us feeling dirty.
Ron would come to rehearsals and make a point of sprinkling ashes from his cigarette on the floor and tell me to clean it up because “women were only
there to serve men.”
Ron would come to rehearsals and make a point of sprinkling ashes from his cigarette on the floor and tell me to clean it up because “women were only there to serve men.” Talk about being a male chauvinist pig.
Ron would demean anyone he could of whatever gender, race, color or creed, or even nationality. When we were in Germany, we went into the room where we were to perform, to check it out. While we were there, Ron would say under his breath, “those krauts,” and laugh at himself.
Ron would denigrate a wonderful singer we worked with and say things like “That black b—-h,” “The picaninny,” “…her black a—.” All delivered in a very unkind way. He never said any of these things to her face, but when she was not there, Ron would say unkind racial slurs about her. There was a bass player named Mel who Ron would call “the n___er bass player” when referring to him. No matter how many times we would call him out on his disgusting behavior, Ron would not change.
Ron was a nasty man and I can say I am so glad he is not around me anymore.