Beach Boys’ co-founder lists Tahoe mansion for sale: ‘a piece of American music history’

INCLINE VILLAGE, Nev. – Rock and Roll Hall of Famer Mike Love is selling his Incline Village mansion after owning it for more than four decades.

Sitting elevated above Lake Tahoe, the residence is nestled among granite outcroppings and pine trees on Fairview Blvd.

The Beach Boys’ co-founder, who is also a Songwriters Hall of Fame inductee, lived and created music in the abode, which once featured a fully integrated recording studio with views of Lake Tahoe.

“This is where the work happened, where songs took form, where a significant chapter of American music was created,” the property description says. “The good vibrations of that history are still present here.”

That space still retains the acoustic bones of the recording studio, including pitched ceilings and a walk-in closet that Love used as a control room.

“What is offered here is the chance to own a piece of American music history, set above one of the world’s most celebrated lakes.”

Other traces of Love, who practices meditation, are represented in the spiritual elements throughout the home, derived from eastern philosophy, including a hand-carved Ganesh at the entry, a koi pond at the base of a spiral staircase, and a celestial dome. Additionally, the front door was blessed by a temple priest and created by southern Indian temple artisans.

The front door was created by southern Indian artisans and blessed by a priest.
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“These features reflect a commitment to spirituality and the vision of the home as a temple,” the description reads.

The almost 19,000-square-foot mansion sits on 2.5 acres. Love placed the surrounding six acres under conservation, preserving privacy and preventing development.

The mansion has 10 bedrooms, eight of which are en-suites with most having a private balcony. In addition to its lake view deck, the primary suite has its own wing, a fireplace and a private coffee bar.

The primary suite.
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Other features include a professional chef’s kitchen, private cinema, wine cellar, tasting room, gym, cedar sauna, steam room, as well as a jacuzzi and pool with lake views.

Most of the main-level living spaces, such as the great room, kitchen, and dining room, face the lake. Stone sourced from the property is used throughout the house.

According to Zillow, the mansion is currently the fourth-most-expensive property listed for sale in Lake Tahoe at $43 million.

Writers in the wild: Surrendering to chaos

It wouldn’t be Father’s Day without a healthy dose of chaos. Loose plans to enjoy the outdoors offered chaos just the right amount of material.

My family already doesn’t have a great track record with outdoor activities. One catastrophe from camping-trips-past had culminated in a fire department appearance and an unrelated trip to the emergency room. That’s where my brother earned his nickname, “Bloody-Straw.”

Given that history, we had no business being at the Smith Lake trailhead in 80-plus degree weather around 2 p.m.

But it was Father’s Day, and that’s what my dad wanted to do.

My dad, sister, mother and I were ready to begin, but my brother (aka Bloody-Straw) and his family were nowhere to be found. He had decided to take a separate car and leave from his place.

Although my brother had the pin to the location, with no service and no notification from them on when they had left, there was no way of knowing how soon they’d be there.

After standing around in the heat, we made the hard call to take off without them.

It was a good thing, too, because my sister finally received just enough spotty cell service during the hike to discover that they were still an hour away.

I don’t know if it’s the trauma of that past camping trip, or my own anxious energy, but as we hiked up, I thought through scenarios on how things could go wrong, from my brother and his family taking the wrong trail, taking a wrong turn, to us never meeting up at all.

But eventually, after snacking around the lake we had hiked to, we all heard my brother’s distinct baritone voice resound across the lake.

Between yelling sibling insults to get his attention and my dad hiking back around the lake to fetch them, we were finally all together.

It’s endearing how quickly my tension subsided once we reunited. I realized I had been trying to fight the chaos in my mind, but it was a waste of energy because it all worked out in the end.

I decided that next time, I was going to surrender to the chaos. Fighting it had really done nothing for me, except stress me out.

Little did I know how soon that next time would arrive.

While lounging around the lake and losing track of time, someone had the foresight to ask what time the Frosty, which my dad wanted to stop at on the way home, closed.

Upon the revelation that it closed in just over an hour, my family went from looking like sunbathing lizards to a disturbed colony of ants.

We had a 1.5-mile hike out, then another 20-minute drive to crunchy french fries and milkshakes that taste even better after a hike. Getting there on time was going to be close, but this time, I wasn’t going to worry. I was going to go with the flow.

Thanks to the mostly downhill hike back and my mom’s lead foot, we arrived at the Frosty five minutes before closing. At least my mom, sister, sister-in-law, niece, and I did.

We had to leave the boys since they were a half mile behind.

I panic-ordered a smattering of burgers, fries and shakes, suddenly forgetting how to do math, and apologized profusely when I saw the server’s eyes go wide at the order.

As the food came out, the boys rolled up (we had made sure they had the key to the other car before we abandoned them). We had faith they would figure out our plan to go ahead to the Frosty.

Again, everything worked out. Despite my jumbled order, we had the perfect amount of food. We were all reunited again.

And the Frosty employees got a really, really big tip.

Surrendering and, dare I say, embracing the chaos wasn’t so bad after all.

It sparked the exciting, humor-inducing moments that vibrantly color the memories of that day.

I hope everyone had a great Father’s Day with the perfect amount of chaos.