"If Charlie had come up twenty years later, with MTV, he would have been a natural. He was a magic man, and in those days magic was allowed. Hanging out with him was an event, though you could only take so much of him, because he was always on, always on the move.
Heâd bend down, pick up a handful of rocks, and throw them in the air. Theyâd all come back to him, and heâd look at you and say, âThrow it all away, and itâll come back to you.â See, there wasnât a thing Charlie wouldnât interpret for you.
One time, he was telling me about the end of everything, and I was saying, âYouâre full of shit, but we oughta film you and make some music.â He took me for a ride up to that end of the Valley where they were building three hundred new houses. We drove up; new homes, new streets, new lights, not a soul there. And he stopped. Silence. He says, âWhere are we at? What does this make you think of?â It was like a graveyard. He said, âExactly, thatâs where weâre heading. This is the future.âÂ
Though I remember once he held a gun to my head and said, âWhat would you do if I pulled the trigger?â I said, âWell, I guess Iâd die.â He really liked that, and just put it back in his belt.
 See, Charlie really believed what he believed in, he never faked it. His reality was bizarre, but so is prison and thatâs where Charlie came from. He was true to his conditioning: Observe from a distance, through a glass wall, above barbed wire, and what comes out is strong ideology.Â
And one thing is for sure: Wherever you have a Mother Teresa, youâll also have a Charles Manson. I love them both. She brings tears to my eyes, and strange as it sounds, I loved Charlie for pointing that gun at my head.â
â Gregg Jakobson, Beach Boysâ record producer/songwriter, 1992
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