I learned of Darian’s death on Monday, April 6th. I have gone through the emotions; sadness, anger, then the emptiness of losing a friend. It’s taken me these last 4 days to get to a point where I am comfortable with writing about her.
Our story started 10 years ago. I was doing a consulting job in Manhattan at a large broadcasting company, in conjunction with my regular management gig at a large tech/sales company. I was having lunch and this whirlwind plopped down in the seat across from me and simultaneously asked if anyone was sitting there. I said “no”, and went back to reading my newspaper. “I’m Darian O’Toole” she announced. I looked up and saw this attractive red head and reciprocated the introduction. We talked about her upcoming new radio show at the classic rock station, my old career in film and theater, traded war stories including my VERY brief and disastrous stint on SoCal radio in the early 80’s. Then we both had to get back to work.
After that day, it seemed that everywhere I went…there was O’Toole, sometimes with her boyfriend, sometimes alone. Each time we met, we would have these amazing conversations. We became friends.
I will never forget the few times that I became an unwilling participant on her show. She told me once that she was going to have Donny Osmond on the show. I made the mistake of telling her about my childhood rivalry with Donny Osmond. (Every guy who is around Donny’s, & my age, remembers how all the girls were crazy about him and how they wanted to “save their first date” for Donny. Such was life for a 13 year old!)
It was 5:30 in the morning. I had been out at a nightclub until 3AM. The phone rings. Anytime the phone rings that early in the morning, one always thinks the worst. I rushed to pick it up. After fumbling, and a groggy hello, the chipper voice on the other end said something like:
“Good morning. Is this Jack Grodeska?”
I said it was.
“Well, good morning! This is Donny!”
“Donny?” I asked.
“Donny Osmond.”
From there the conversation spiraled into my personal hell. Looking back, I can’t help but smile. She did the same thing sometime later with Danny Bonaducci. (You’d think I would have learned from the “Osmond Incident”, as we called it)
There were a lot of stories like that over the years. Sometimes I was on the receiving end, sometimes she was.
We didn’t get to see much of each other after she went back to SFO. We stayed in touch via e-mail. I would see her from time to time when I went out to the coast for business, but that was few and far between.
Most recently, she and several others helped to persuade me to return to my roots and build my own production company. Thanks, in part, to Darian, Sandy Hook Bay Studios was born. (Still in process, but “born” none the less.) We even discussed a script based on a short story and she was instrumental in helping modernize the characters. This will be the company’s first production.
(I was planning on pitching her to play the villain after I finish the final draft. I wish I had told her, it might have cheered her up. But I waited because I wanted to surprise her.)
I have read quite a few blogs and posts about Darian over the last few days in an effort to attempt to find out if there was to be a service, etc. For the most part, most were very kind. In particular, Shawn Kelly wrote a very nice piece on his site:
www.rosweed.com. I realize that it must have been very difficult to write and I commend you for it. You are, and have always been, a stand up guy, Shawn.
Others, have not been so kind, and have dredged up a lot of issues that, while they may be the perception of the authors (They might even be true, for all I know.), really have no place in these eulogy-type posts and discussions. It’s just bad form, as her family and friends are more than likely reading them. Karin wasn’t perfect, but then none of us are. If you have gripes, put them aside, forgive her if you feel it necessary, and let her rest. (My suggestion, flame me if you feel it necessary.)
In closing, Karin was a friend. I will miss her immeasurably and hope that she is at peace. Pardon the unabashed cliche, but in my imagination, I can see her, as Darian O’Toole, hanging out with Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, & Jim Morrison, Goofin’ with Elvis and dancing with Freddy Mercury…… forever young…... in a “rock & roll heaven, where you know they’ve got a hell of a band.”
Good night, Karen.
Jack