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Sorry for my absence, it has been a busy couple of weeks. So, let me give you a brief run down on what I’ve been up to.

Movies; time traveling sci-fy with Bruce Willis in Loopers. How would you react if you were faced with the task of executing your future self? Creative and entertaining. I don’t know why this film got negative reviews. I can only assume that those who didn’t like it, don’t enjoy science-fiction. Probably out of theaters at this point, look for the DVD release for home viewing.

Skyfall with Daniel Craig as bad boy, 007. A salute to 50 years of Bond. I thought this was an awesome flick despite the extremely uncomfortable distraction of a freezing theater. I mean, really frickin’ cold. I had a sweater on and 20 minutes into the movie I had to slip into my coat and was still freezing. And, no need to worry about the baby seated next to me, once the movie started his own mother wouldn’t have been able to hear him cry due to the excessively loud volume that seems to be the norm for this set of theaters. Seriously, I’ve been to rock concerts that were quieter. AMC 16 in Burbank, California, SHAME ON YOU for such poor customer consideration. Despite the convenience of your location, I’ve decided to seek another venue to re-visit this movie and view future flicks. One that is not an AMC Theater.

Make it a Misfits marathon. Which is what I did this last weekend thanks to the Hulu Plus streaming through my son’s Playstation. The British comedy, horror, drama, sci-fy didn’t impress me with Season 1 until I viewed the last few episodes which baited me into watching Season 2. Then I was hooked. This series is for mature audiences only and always ends up with at least one gruesome death per episode. Some of the characters are a little difficult to understand and there are quite often cheeky references that are lost on me. But, despite that, I find most of the story lines engaging. Misfits is dark, twisted, clever and sometimes surprisingly shocking for this puritanical American. Just started watching Season 3. Can’t wait to see what’s in-store for my favorite characters.

Food; The SmokeHouse Restaurant located across the street from Warner Brothers Studios in Burbank. 4420 W. Lakeside Drive. This old school steak house still fits the bill when I’m craving a nice piece of red meat, just don’t order the twice baked potatoes… terrible.  Here’s a little history on this establishment taken directly from its web page.

Established in 1946, The SmokeHouse was built at the end of WWII and is one of the few L.A. restaurants still in existence from that era.

The original restaurant was located at the corner of Pass and Riverside avenue and seated 46 people and was enjoyed by local luminaries like Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. Jim Stockton was the promoter and front man for the restaurant with Jack Monroe as the head cook. The Smokehouse was so successful and packed with customers that they soon began looking for a new building. In 1949 the Smokehouse moved to its current location. Built beside the world famous Warner Brothers lot in Burbank, California, the SmokeHouse is a favorite hang out for actors, producers, and anyone else in the industry. In the 60’s it was common to come in for lunch and find the place filled with costumed cowboy and indian extras having lunch.

Let me not forget Thanksgiving!  What kind of a holiday gathering be it without someone going off like Mt. Vesuvius, hum?

Once again it was a veritable feast of comfort foods with the family gather for a late dinner at sister, Cindy’s house. My turkey looked a “work-of-art” and everything was moving along perfectly until I burned the buttered almonds for my Green Bean Almondine. Then it spiraled down from there as exhaustion and an aggravated shoulder injury had me teetering on my last nerve. It only took a few of the men folk to question a simple request, to set me off. I exploded, uncontrollably, in what can only be described as a “South Park” moment, the top of my head blowing-off  like an erupting volcano, spewing forth sarcastic remarks and obscenities.


Thank goodness, sister Cindy saved the day by having us immediately perform “The Thanksgiving Feast Song”

I have provided a link to the video for your amusement. You may have to copy and paste. Enjoy!


My Webber BBQ roasted/smoked turkey

Whew!!!! What a ride!

Until next week, buy  “Made in USA”

~ K.L. Parry, author of The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom.



Becoming QUEEN


In 1979, while attending community college, I was invited to a concert at the L.A. Forum. The band that performed that night was QUEEN.

A couple of nights ago, I was reminded of that “off the charts” concert when I sat down to watch a 2004 documentary titled, Becoming Queen.

The film begins with childhood images of band members, working its way along a time-line by way of stills and personal interviews of previous band mates along with other music professionals that were close to the band. It’s not until halfway through, that we get to see the live action of taped performances that really capture the outstanding vocal and performance quality of these four uniquely and undoubtedly supremely gifted individuals.

Now, I wouldn’t consider myself a Doc. watcher but I’d love to have this one on DVD for my private collection. I highly recommend it.

You can view the documentary Becoming QUEEN on Hulu Plus and for FREE at

I must confess this. For as much as I’ve raved about Led Zeppelin, (in a blog post that I re-blogged just last week), I’ve actually owned more QUEEN albums. And, still do…!

“A concert is not a live rendition of our album. It’s a theatrical event.” Freddy Mercury

Until next week. ROCK ON !

~ K.L. Parry ~ Author of The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom

The Greatest Rock Band Of All Time



It was an age of Rock-Gods, when black eyeliner wasn’t gender specific and fans would stand in line all day to buy a concert ticket. The year was 1977 and I was seventeen. 

After I had gotten the news that the much anticipated concert date had been set, I painstakingly managed to save seventy five dollars out of my wages from a baby-sitting job. It was a lot of money at the time but I wanted the best seat I could manage to pay for. No nose bleed section for me. I wanted to see the faces of my rock idols.

The concert was predicted to be a sellout on that first day of sales, which I supposed was why the tickets were to be sold through one  location only. (At least, that was my understanding.)

Now, I must say that the details of the day are fuzzy at best. My friend, Tammy, and I had actually cut school and taken a bus from the valley to the downtown LA Ticket Tron location. Between the ride up and back, and the line at the Ticket Tron that extended for blocks in the seedy and (what I perceived to be) dangerous location, it ended up becoming an all day affair. But we survived unmolested to return home with primo tickets to see the greatest band of all time, Led Zeppelin.

Sadly, the concert date was canceled due to the death of the lead singer’s son and so too my chance to ever see them perform live.

Jumping forward to this last summer, the subject of that missed concert came up it conversation. It turned out that a friend had read about a cover band led by Zeppelin drummer’s son, Jason Bonham. They were to perform at the Greek Theater.

I have to state for the record that I was not quite as excited as I had been the first go around. After all, 35 years had passed mellowing my enthusiasm. Besides, it was only a cover band, how good could they possibly be without Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Bonham and John Paul Jones? It wasn’t until I read the british reviews that raved about this band that I began to feel the spark of enthusiasm for my long lost idols. I bought a ticket.

Now, irony can be a funny thing. As I was rushing to leave my place of employment, to make the mad dash to the Greek, I heard the words that would revisit upon me the deep and utter disappointment I had experienced years earlier.

“Oh, that concert’s been canceled.”

It was spewed, very matter of factly, from the mouth of the girl who had just come on shift.

“What!” I looked at her in shock before deciding she must be kidding. I knew this couldn’t possible be happening again.

No doubt she saw the look of skepticism on my face. She reiterated.

“No, really. I just heard it on the radio, on my way here. The concert has been canceled.”

Well, needless to say, I rushed home, got on-line and discovered she had indeed been telling me the truth. Now, I definitely felt  the universe was bound and determined that I should never fulfill this one desire.

Thankfully, a few days later and to my great relief,  the concert had been rescheduled for the fall.

So it was, that on Friday, October 14th in the year 2011, I sat in section B at the Greek Theater and finally got to hear, performed live, the music of the greatest rock band in history. The Led Zeppelin Experience was just as I had hoped it would be and more as I enjoyed the added treat of Jason’s personal experiences with his rock star dad. John Bonham was brought to life in home movies and concert videos playing on three separate screens.

No, I didn’t expect that I would be experiencing the original band, though, for me, the music could have been louder. I would have liked to feel the vibration of every chord humming through my body. But their renditions of history making classics were true to the original scores and when I closed my eyes, I could envision Jimmy Page playing that guitar and Robert Plant singing the lyrics to Cashmere. And, as I stood in the audience, singing along to “Stairway To Heaven”, I though, “Finally”. 

Rock On, K.L. Parry ~ Author of “The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom”