CONTEST! Win Tickets to See Whitey at The Railway Club in Vancovuer

Whitey puts the "F-U" back in Funk. Download the track "West of Hope" to hear what I mean.

What: Two free tickets to see indie post-funk sensation, Whitey, at The Railway Club in downtown Vancouver.

When: Friday! Friday! Friday! (6 November)

How the funk do I get them? Leave a comment. That's all.

RIYL: Vampire Weekend, Ozomatli, Cat Empire

A Few Words: We don't do ticket give-aways very often here at Duck & Cover. In fact, we don't do them at all. Which is why this is such a special event. Well, it's a special event so long as you live in or around Vancouver, BC.

So here's what happened: these two tickets to Whitey just fell off the back of a truck. No, really. They were just sitting there. So I'm turning my good fortune into an opportunity for you, my loyal reader(s). All you have to do to win the tickets to see Whitey at The Railway Club this Friday is to leave a comment . . . that's it! That's all! I'll put all the names into a hat (or a bucket) and draw randomly. So make sure you leave a contact email address so I can get back to you. Or, if you don't want to leave your email address in a comment, email it to me at duckandcovermusic[at]gmail[dot]com.

Comment away!

Comments

Anonymous said…

It is dark, wet and dreary...these tickets would bring a little sunshine to my life! Also...you are superfantastic!
keri-chan

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