Jerry Butler: Everything's Copa-setic
Wayne Robins, Creem, April 1973
GOING TO see Jerry Butler at the Copa is in some ways like watching Valentino hump a corpse. Merely being at the Copa is a show in itself, and the dowdy nightclub on East 60th Street is a necrophiliac's dream. The first thing that grabs you is the waiters, lined up and ready to pinch your change, continuing the legendary tradition of Angel Lopez, the first Copa captain ("thank you sir, thank you m'am, thank you sir") reflexively stretching out an open palm for more mordido with each thank you.
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