The veteran PR man for Frank Sinatra, Barbra Streisand, Michael Jackson, and a host of other clients, passed away at home in his sleep early this morning at age 90. "Heaven needed a great PR guy," a family member said about Solters (nee Nathan "Nussy" Cohen) who kept working until the very end.
Short and balding, with a distinctive raspy voice and easy laugh, he was the last of an era, a showbiz publicity legend, a confidant to the world's biggest stars throughout his 66 years flacking for his clients. I felt privileged to know him well. When I first arrived in Los Angeles as a Newsweek correspondent, Lee took me to lunch at the Polo Lounge and entranced me with hilarious insider stories. (Among other things, he claimed that he had pre-arranged for those bobby-soxer girls to faint for "Frankie".) Over the years, he never ran out of stories, and I always made time to hear them.
Best of all, he came from a PR tradition that journalists were to be treated with respect -- unlike too many of today's flacks who manhandle even serious reporters like they're scandal-mongers -- and he passed that along to his two children who are PR powerhouses in thir own right: Larry Solters and Susan Reynolds. (Both started at Lee's firm.) He was unfailingly cheerful, like everyone's favorite Jewish uncle, a glass half-full kind of guy. The only time I ever saw him angry was when, after he'd repped Sinatra for 26 years, his daughter stole Frank and started her own PR firm. But he also admired her chutzpah.
He started in PR at the age of 15 but considers his real entry into professional publicicity when he enrolled at NYU as a journalism major and advertising minor. The day he registered, he snagged a job on the campus newspaper as well as a part-time position with a Broadway press agent that turned full-time when he graduated. Soon he was drafted and served for 3½ years as chief clerk of the U.S. Army Administration division at the San Francisco port of embarkation. But even while soldiering, Solters was moonlighting for Hollywood and Broadway publicity offices.
When he returned to PR, he enjoyed a virtual monopoly on 300 Broadway shows, including some of the biggest musicals and dramas -- Guys & Dolls, Gypsy, My Fair Lady, The King & I, Camelot, Death Of A Salesman, as well as plays by Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, and Neil Simon, plus David Merrick productions.
As the entertainment industry shifted to the West Coast, so did Lee. His firm's name changed over the years, from Solters, Roskin & Friedman, to The Lee Solters Co, to, in 2001, Solters & Digney Public Relations (with veteran PRman Jerry Digney). Today, the firm remains one of Hollywood’s last independent show business flackeries.
At one point, Solters represented the city of Las Vegas and many hotels there including Caesars Palace. And his list of clients included entertainment giants: Jackie Gleason, Gary Grant, Gregory Peck, Carol Channing, Yul Brynner, Jim Henson, . Lee and Barbra, or Lee and Jacko, were indeed Odd Couples. He also publicized 100 Grammy wins, two presidential inaugurals, numerous breakthrough films like The Graduate, and TV shows from Dallas to The Muppets. Clients included Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus and Cirque du Soleil. He was also big in the music biz, repping the Beatles, Paul McCartney and Wings, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Dolly Parton, Whitney Houston, Ray Charles, Liza Minnelli, Bette Midler, Concord Records, and SONY/BMG.
Lee was one of the PR greats. I know with certainty that he'll be missed.
I worked with Lee when he was handling Michael Jackson back in the 90s, and he was never less than a class-act and genuinely nice guy – something I wish more PR reps were like these days.
Lee was gracious and funny. And even when he was giving you grief for something you wrote, the rejoinder wasn’t mean-spirited or malicious, unlike the ugly diatribes delivered by other well-known publicists. And, I’ll bet if all the clients who still owed him money — you know who you are –made a donation the charity of the family’s chosing, there’d probably be enough money to build a wing.
The last of a breed. A Mensch. A Legend.
Lee was a legend. I was privileged to meet and work with him a few times over the years and his stories were simply extraordinary. Everytime I would see him at an event, we would briefly chat and I always walked away smiling while shaking my head in wonder. I admired and respected him and regret not taking him up on the opportunity to learn more. He was old school, but he knew the game as well as anyone. R.I.P., Lee.
Sometime back in the ‘80s Lee needed one of the “kids” in the office to help him work the press at a Friars Club event in Manhattan. I drew the short straw. I was probably 22 at the time.
Decked out in my tux, I walked into the press room behind Lee. The place was abuzz with celebrities and photographers. The firm I worked for, Solters/Roskin/Friedman, represented the club itself.
Suddenly, from across the room, I heard a loud scream. It was Lauren Bacall.
“Oh my gosh,” she cried. “If it isn’t Lee Solters!”
I just stood there with my mouth open. The crowd in front of Bacall parted as she made her way over to hug Lee.
“Wow,” I thought. “This little bald guy really DOES know everyone!”
Lee gave me my first PR job in 1992 and taught me much of what I still practice today as the head of my own firm. He was tough, but fair; demanding but funny; impatient but generous with his experience. I will never forgot those afternoons when up would go the volume of his CD player and out would come the sounds of Steve & Eydie. Two minutes later, the volume would lower and Lee would shout to his assistant next door, “Get me Eydie Gourme!” Two minuts later, said assistant responded: “Lee, Eydie Gourme on line three.” I loved him for that!
Back in the late ’80s, I rode with Lee to a shoot out in Rancho Mirage with then Heavyweight Champ Mike Tyson. Listening to swing music all the way, I felt like I was with my grandfather – except Lee never really called you by your real name – it was either Ickity, Kookity, or something like that. He was certainly a character and I learned plenty from him.
He had a huge pile of old items on top of a file cabinet. He’d ask me to change the name of the old client, add the new client’s name, modernize it a tad and send it out to a columnist.
I’m sure he’ll soon be handling Frank again.
See me, See Me Now!!!
Take care, Lee.
I worked for Lee for five years in the 90’s when the turnover rate of in the office was about one per month. On the first and only PR job interview I went on after working for him, the seasoned PR woman interviewing me glanced at my resume and inquired, “Five years with Lee Solters, do you have a Purple Heart?” She hired me on the spot.
I worked for Lee at both Solters Roskin Friedman and the Lee Solters Company as a music publicist. Because of my long hair and goatee he used to call me Jesus Christ and found it very amusing. I remember him asking me to sit in on a meeting with Carol Channing and wondered why he wanted me there. He didn’t tell me why and said just be there. It turned out Carol wanted to be hip with the kids like Tony Bennett had become and so I managed to get johnny depp to allow TV cameras into the Viper Room for a special performance of Carol at the very hot venue at the time. It was a first and Lee loved firsts. Lee will always be first in my mind when it comes to PR. He will be missed. There’s a rat pack waiting for him in heaven.
Lee was great and always fun to work with. I was producing a shoot for ET in the 80’s (he was one of the first big supporters of the show among the PR elite) in Texas and Lee was repping Donna Summer among others on this TV Special we were covering. We all went to a famous BBQ restaurant together. Tanya Tucker wanted to tell Lee something secret so she went over to him and knelt down to whisper something in his ear. He said to her ” You don’t have to kneel to me, I kneel to Sinatra”. The guy was sharp and at the same time made you feel at ease. His son, Larry, has been a top PR guy in the Music Biz for a long time as well. Please give my best to Old Blue Eyes when you see him up there.
Nikki,
Dear Lee has passed on and we all will miss him greatly. He will remain a legend in our field. With the change of tide perhaps you could refrain from calling us “flacks.” It is derogatory and harkins back to the days of yellow journalism. We can’t do our work without journalists and you can’t do yours without us. Let’s be nice and not resort to name calling, Lee would agree.
My dear friend Lee Solters will be sorely missed. Lee has been a friend and mentor for many years. I am heartbroken and will miss our talks and his sage advice…I love you Lee.
Andrea Sims
With all due respect, yellow journalism is more vivid than ever, fed handily by the PR industry (as stated above, journos and flacks work hand in hand.) Flack is well earned. And it’s “hearkens” or even “harkens”
I knew Lee in Hollywood when I got in from NYC more than 40 years ago. He had a marvelous career in the business and as many of you say, is among the last of a vanishing breed of PR men seasoned by another era from that we live in now. There are but a few still left such as Julian Myers, etc.
I was on the set of the remake of KING KONG at MGM in the 1970s writing a story for a NY paper and first met Lee there on a warm August nite on the MGM backlot. He had come there at the invitation of one of MGM’s top PR people that evening to see the new blonde starlet being carried off by the Big Ape…she was Jessica Lange. He later posed for photos with Jessica and the director and Cary Grant who had just happened to have come by that night too. It was “magic time”..memorable images of our town and the business we are in.
Dateline Al
Lee showed me “the ropes” when I was a very lucky kid with my first big job in journalism working at the Los Angeles Times in the early 1980s working as the assistant to Jody Jacobs, the late, great Society Editor. Lee taught me so much — about everything and everyone — and treated me to so many good times and great stories. He taught me to how to meet and to mingle and to enjoy every minute of it. I will love him forever. I’m sure he’s having a ball up there right now with all of his pals.
Lee,
Since our worlds collided, my life has never been the same. May Your affirmative impact continue to resonate throughout all of our lives as it has mine.You picked me up during one of the lowest points in my life. You groomed me, schooled me, rooted for me and even slapped the living daylights out of me every step of the way! For that-I am blessed. You took me by the hand to The Sinatra Family and they said yes…YOU were the one who inspired me to prevail under any and all circumstances. I will miss our strategy sessions, our Saturday brunches, our screenings and even our bad chinese food on Sundays. My confidant, my mentor and most of all my friend…You will be missed.
I started out at Solters in the summer of 1968 was there off and on thru 1974, working to help pay for college and grad school. After a time, I became Lee’s asst sitting in his NY office next to Flossie, who deserves her own chapter in his biography. (I hope somebody is writing it.) One time he got the bright idea to send Hebrew National hot dogs to Barbra while she was filming in Africa to get a picture of her feeding them to the natives. I was in charge of making sure they arrived. I did my part but the stunt ran into a hiccup when it turned out the natives in that part of Africa were vegetarians. Lee was a genius but even he stumbled once in a while.
I interviewed with him once for a job in what had to be the messiest big time pr company office in New York. He noticed me looking around at the clutter and simply said “never let the client know you’re making money”. I ended up working for Warren Cowan who we lost last year, and now Mr. Solters. The “old school” boys were the best teachers and their stunts the most memorable. My condolences to Larry and family.
I met Lee for the first time by chance…I didn’t know who he was either: I was knocking on Don Costa’s suite door at the Sheraton Hotel in Buenos Aires when he opened his and suggested me to wait for Mr Costa (Frank’s arranger was somewhere else) having a drink with him…I was 17. He invited me in. We started to talk about Frank (naturally!),I even had the nerve to tell him I wanted to see Frank! Ir makes me laugh now, I was a hundred percent naive. I remember Lee’s horrified face as if I’d be seriously asking for the moon… dear Lee. He immediately knew just staring at me how harmless I was, no journalist or similar but a bobby-soxer in love with the Man: I still can see him picking up the phone.He talked to someone (Jilly Rizzo?)and hapilly invited me to join his company the next day at 3PM since the local press was about to interview Frank. Ain’t it a priceless attitude? I was dining at home that night when I realised the man I had met was FS’s press agent! I couldn’t believe my luck and then my eyes that very noon… I was thanking my lucky star from the deepest when a couple of bodyguards asked me politely to leave the room since a rehearsal was about to take place…I refused and they finally left, I definitely didn’t want to move from there, can you understand me? Aloof,watching the scenes of him reheasing some tips with the musicians, hugging Nikka, making jokes, it all was a dream come true, a memory I still cherish 28 years later. Then, feet on earth again, I started wondering how I’d get out of there since the main doors were locked; that’s when a tall men with a baseball cap joined Frank and pointed… at me! Frank smiled and -
I was deeply sadden by the following and wanted to share this item with you.
It is so amazing how God connect us all together with just a thought. About two months ago I was wondering how my old boss and mentor was doing.
I had not been back to California since 2005. But Lee’s name kept crossing my mind and I just felt something on the inside of me saying I hope he is OK and to check on what he’s been up to.
So last month I Goggled his name and got side tracked and was directed to Lee’s accomplishments. And the sad news of his death never came up.
So today I was just wondering again how he was doing as I was cooking my Friday dinner and decided to Goggle his name again. And only to find that he past away May 9, 2009 and had been called home to glory.
Lee, gave me my real start in public relations. He was the first to hire me as a Publicist with his major PR Agency. Before that I had worked independently for several years on my on and out of my house.
I remember the call from Steve Levesque asking me if I would be interested in coming to work with the Solters Roskin and Friedman Agency. I told him I was doing independent publicity and had a few clients of my on. I was kind of shocked not knowing who made the referral or if he had just seen my work.
So he asked me to come in for a meeting and talk about working with the agency. Afterwards, I called my mentor, friend, spiritual adviser and confident Makeda Smith and best friend Tyrone VanHosen and told them about the position. And asked what should I do.
I told them of all the clients that agency represented and they encouraged me to take the job. Meaning I would have to give up my on company. So I called Steve back the next day and told him I would love to come in and meet. After that I did the necessary interviews and I was hired.
The agency taught me every thing I thought I knew about public relations. In addition to having my on accounts, I worked on all of the Motown act’s, MC Hammer and his Busted Records acts as well. We all consulted and pitched new clients while we shared our knowledge and expertise on all of the accounts that the agency represented.
I will never forget Lee and his respect for everyone he ever worked with. And the respect people had for him. Lee, help make the stars but he was our star.
I recall when I got my golden retriever I asked around the office what name should I call him. Steve told me an old name that had been given to Lee in his early days and it was “NUZZY”. And boy I loved it. So I named him Nuzzy. A real girl magnet in the office to. People would always ask me how did I come up with that name …And I told them it was my boss name back in the old days of Sinatra.
But Lee still inspires me to this day. I can still hear his stutter commanding voice answer the phone saying “Hea,Hea Hello this is Lee Solters”.
A REAL public relation Star and Hero.
God Bless “BOSS”
RIP
Kevin L. Wafford
I had the immense pleasure of working for Lee back in 1995 when he hired me as a favor a family friend. Lee taught me so much about public relations and the business. He was shrewd, bright, articulate and a superb mentor with a big heart. He could be impatient and demanding but you knew where you stood and what was expected. People might have chuckled at his initial appearance but they didn’t chuckle t his PR genuis. I enjoyed being at events with him and would laugh when photographers would become upset because Lee wouldn’t get away from the guest of honor. I will miss his office stereo blaring to the tunes of Frank on the weekends, with Lee singing along, our weekend breakfasts at Nate N’ Als, the way he would tuck his napkin into his shirt, the way he would say, “whatsat”? in staff meetings, the way he would answer the phone, “Hello Uncle Milty” when Milton Berle would call and so many more special things about him.
A couple of favorites of mine; When Lee represented Alan King. As we strode into the studio for an interview, a producer asked Lee “Are you with Alan King?” “NO, he’s with ME!” Lee shot back. The other was when he asked me to accompany him to Saipan after he just landed the account to represent the Marianas Islands. On our 19-hour journey, Lee kept up half the plane at 1am while he was singing with his ear phones on (Sinatra of course). Then in his first press conference he was asked how much money he was making to represent the Marianas Islands. “I’m not telling you that”! he barked. “But I will tell you that next month, I’m going to ask for much more.”
He was old school, a class act and funny. I will always be so grateful for the way he took me under his wing. “Uncle” Lee, you will be missed.
I am in shock and so saddened to hear that this Mega-publicist has passed since May. I worked for Solters/Roskin/Friedman back in the 80’s. I really respected this man for all his accomplishments and enjoyed working for his firm (in New York). Both he and Mr. Roskin were like the ‘big poppas’ and we were like their children (in a good way). We were certainly ‘family’.
This was one of my first ’serious jobs’ and I’ve always credited it for my business and most fun experience in my life. Working at S/R/F was like working in a family business. Everyone cared so much for you and treated you with respect. Still remember how a little black girl celebrated all the Jewish holidays along with my co-workers, ate all the foods accordingly and even learned how to make some of those recipes. I am grateful for my ‘Jewish history lessons’ also for the ‘mark’ working at this firm left on my life.
Thank you! Shalom Mr. Solters!