A disturbing image on many fronts. For me, it calls into question the idea of “loyalty“. In this picture you can clearly see a can of DIET COKE at the feet of Ms. Catherine Popper. This clearly hurts the behind the scenes sponsorship chances that I have been championing with DIET DR PEPPER via my string of more than THREE tweets over a two week period.
Plus, who’s the dude?
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Diet Barq’s all the way!
The trick here is to question when the photo was taken – Ms Popper has proclaimed herself cigarette free for a good number of months – back to September I believe – so I’m guessing her loyalty really isn’t at stake here . . . ; ~ )
I don’t care about the ciggies, it’s the Dr Popper I care about.
My favorite Popperism from a Ryan Adams and the Cardinals concert review
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Adams went visibly and incontestably nuts at the two-thirds mark, first threatening to punch someone in the face, then railing about the Internet, then bargaining with the crowd for a smoke break. He got it, and when he bounded back on-stage the man was reenergized, to say the least. Starting with a cover of “Wonderwall”, the manic version of Ryan Adams complained that the Commodore was filled with snakes (like New Mexico) and was apparently swarmed by invisible aphids during “Sylvia Plath”. He bitch-slapped his sound guy. “Ryan Adams!” he said, baiting the hapless knob-twiddler. “He’s so fucked up! He’s the end of music! It’s not my fault if they forgot to build a house at the end of the street, Mister Man!” This was one of a number of baffling speeches that he would make for the rest of the performance, though his second skirmish with the sound department was a little less equivocal.
“Dave!” he screamed. “What the fuck? Are you taking the night off?!” In fairness, Dave seemed to be doing a fine job while Adams, struggling to stay upright, was more or less engaged in relearning to play guitar. Later, bassist Catherine Popper would tell him to go fuck himself when he melodramatically called a halt to “Let It Ride”. It wasn’t necessary-Adams had already fucked himself quite comprehensively by that point.
I am sure the always proper Miss Popper would never avail herself of such crude utterances.
Kired – I think the only response here would be Get F$%#ed
KC- make lemonade! Turn the the table and use this old pic as incontrovertable evidence, in your relentless campaign with Dr. P, that you turned Popper into a Pepper .
P.S. Unless, of course, this is a new pic taken yesterday in Austin…
P.P.S. I probably wouldn’t tell them that she was doin’ The Big C at Sugarloaf…on stage no less. (Might not help your noble cause…)
I think a saw a Diet Coke can on stage at the Ridgefield show….
The quote of Ms Popper is correct Snowbird……she said Go F&^K yourself because she was pissed……she says “Get F&^KED” when she’s happy and/or likes you!! Term of endearment…..