Miss (Ruth) Brown To You
Bill Bentley, LA Weekly, 28 June 1984
IT HURTS the heart to have to drive by the remains of the Parisian Room, festering in the summer sun like some fenced-off sore on the corner of Washington and La Brea. This little treasure chest of a club once played proud host to a nation's worth of jazz and blues giants, opening its doors to all sorts of triumphant American sounds. But no more. By a cruel quirk, the United States postal system has bought the land, and they're going to scrape the place and stick up some squatty splat-of-a-building to sell stamps and make people stand in line. Still, they'll never get my money. I just don't think I could stand being abused by a frustrated screenwriter sunlighting as a postal clerk on the same ground where people like Ruth Brown once reigned supreme.
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