Opening for Coldplay, Not Me ... Another Dave

Wednesday, July 16, 2008 | comments (1)
I recently re-established contact with a friend from college (also named David.) We were fellow English majors and creative-writing workshop goers at W&L. Also, we were both swimmers (though I stopped swimming competitively before college, so we never actually swam on a team together.) I never knew he played guitar, but it turns out he's playing in a band that could open for Coldplay on one of their stops. So I want to take a moment and plug his band and ask people to vote for him. Just go here. He's in the band "Pam Autuori" which is at the very bottom of the page. They're actually in the lead as I write this, but just barely!

So go vote for him!! NOW!!

I'm a little late with this post and I think voting ends today, so there's no time to waste. Dave's a good guy, so you'll be supporting a good cause!

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Weird promotion for a pretty huge band.

Consider my vote in. I hope I made it in time.

Posted by Mr. Emily on Jul 16, 2008 at 10:05:06 PM
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