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Barbara Cope, The Butter Queen

March 20, 2013


Don’t call her a groupie, but she’s retiring at 22

By Alan Cartnal The Los Angeles Times


“Hi there, I’m the Miss International Butter Queen.”
You’d had the feeling she was no ordinary slab of margarine.
In fact, in the world of high rock, this aging Lolita—she’s 22—is considered a groupie high priestess.
The Rolling Stones call up this chick who’s standing like a Peter Max version of Mae West at the door of her apartment here and tell her to come up and see them some time.

David Cassidy the current sun god of rock royalty, in a recent Life magazine interview is quoted as saying, “I’d rather spend an evening with her than in the living room of the Partridge family.”
Rock magazine gave her the supreme honor that comes to a handmaiden of the groupie scene—the front cover or the June magazine and the center spread (Hugh Hefner bite your wheat germ).
And boy, does she know it.
Her apartment is not exactly Hearst castle — but she kicks aside a few of her Vogue magazines (the ones turned to the page with the ads saying “Love your skin”), some of her teddy bears and her laundry bag and offers you a seat ca the floor.
“I’ve never given an interview”, she says, giving you the look that Miss Kitty gives Marshal Dillon when she doesn’t like what he’s up to.
Her accent is thick Bonnie and Clyde Texas.
“I want to get something straight, right off,” she says, hands on hips, at her bedroom door. ‘I dislike being called a groupie. In fact. I’m giving it up.
“It’s just not the same old scene anymore, man. The Stones concert here is going to be the end or an era. Things are dead now. I’m just going to retire until there’s a whole new shipment coming in.”

“Look”, she says, trying to find herself another cigarette on her bureau. “I dislike being a freak in a circus. That’s what people think I am. They think—ah ha, a groupie, a camp follower. But it isn’t so. I’m just a friend to the rock stars. The reason I’m at the top —and man, this is a very competitive field—is that I treat them as a friend. And I always have a lot of young girls ant drinks around for them.”
“There’s no top maaaaaaan anymore,” she shouts “I mean there’s no status to anymore. And there’s no fun. Why in the old days — and I’ve been in it since 1965, in Dallas—there used to be a challenge”
It started in 1965 at the Memorial Auditorium in Dallas. “I didn’t care about average boys — I just wanted to meet musicians,” she says. She came to the West Coast and been following groups here. Traffic took her on tour acres country; then Jimi Hendrix.
In 1970 she toured with Joe Crocker. (sic) In the 1971 the film of that trip, “Mad Dogs and Englishmen,” there’s a seven-minute sequence of her.
“We used to have to sneak up fire escapes and get by the fuzz but today any weird little girl can get up to see a rock star. It’s just not worth it for me anymore. I mean, who needs it?”
“Do you want to see what I’m wearing to the concert?” she squeals.
A few minutes, then out the door she comes, blushing.
“I get embarrassed,” she says shyly. “I mean I like people to live what I wear.
“She is wearing a satin antique ’40s dress and along with it she produces a picture of her idol – Mae West.
“Dont’cha think I look like her?” she says, adjusting a feather near her plunging neckline.

The Butter Queen reaches for another cigarette.
What contribution does a groupie make to the world of music?
“Lots,” she screams, getting uptight at the question. She grabs a white wedding album and starts turning the pages of autographs and photographs. “Look at that, the New Riders of the Purple Sage .. The Stones. . George Harrison.
“We give them companionship. We understand their music. We give them support when they’re down.”
She sits and takes a long drag on her cigarette. “Whew, I never knew an interview was like this, man. I mean, can’t you ask me anything nice”
“Love,” she says, and she warms to the subject “I don’t mind when they get married to someone else. I know someday he’ll come along and I’ll marry him. Hell, I been married once. During my motorcycle period. Got a son. Just sent him back to Dallas.”
“Dallas?” she says. —That’s where I’m going after the concert. This place L.A. is just too weird. Everybody’s 13 out here.”
Is she retiring because she’s fading, is the younger competition getting her down?
“Fading?” she says “Man, I just keep re-entering.
“Do you know who you are talking to? I’m in the new Stones album —they sing about me in that album. The Led Zeppelin got up in a concert and dedicated a song to me. I am a lady”-

If she’s not a groupie (which she defines as a friend to rock stars) what is she?
“Being a groupie,” she says, “that’s just not where it’s at anymore What I am is me. Like anybody else. I don’t want to give nobody no messages, no church sermons to take home. I just want them to be and let me be. I just want to be me.”
She takes a long drag on the cigarette and shuffles to the door.
“Another thing.” she says “please don’t use my real name in the paper. Call me the Butter Queen. It’s not my mother—hell, she’s groovy, she goes with me to concerts. It’s just hard to be in this life, people calling you and trying to take advantage of you.
“Take care of yourself.” she says hands on hip like you-know-who.


You name them, she’s befriended them: the Stones. Jimi Hendrix, David Cassidy, Traffic. Joe Cocker, George Harrison—a regular Who’s Who of rock. She calls herself “Miss International Butter Queen” and here she’s wearing her favorite Mae West-inspired rock concert regalia.
(Photo by Gordon Gianninote)

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
From San Jose down to Santa Fe,
Kiss me quick, baby, won’tcha make my day.
Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean,
‘Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen.

Dixie Dean is not the Everton football player,
but the photographer who went with the Rolling Stones
on their sticky fingers tour in 1970.

Found one more photo referring to Butter Queen
(besides Paula Deen) but who are those two people?

From → groupie

  1. I only recently heard of Barbara The Butter Queen. It was in David Cassidy’s book “C’mon Get Happy” which I read some 16 years after it was written. In the book it says that Barbara The Butter Queen appeared to be in her 30s, according to David Cassidy when he met her approximately in 1972. However it is odd to find this article about Barbara The Butter Queen retiring at age 22. The article must have been written in the early 1970s, also it has to mean that Barbara The Butter Queen started as a groupie when she was well under 18 years of age.

    How did she live through the 1980s when the AIDS epidemic began?

  2. Beyond revolting.

  3. Barbara the Butter Queen died this weekend when a fire destroyed her home in Dallas, Texas. (1/14/18)

  4. Those two people at the bottom is her and Sonny or Sonny & Cher. I was there with her and them at the Hotel. I still have the Sheep skin vests they gave us that a fan made for them & the ticket stub.

  5. Barbara Cope, “The Butter Queen” died yesterday in a house fire in East Dallas. They don’t make groupies like her anymore…RIP.

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