that his local radio stations reach over 4 million people? The primary coverage area of TAN and DCF is no where close to covering 4 million people. Even the fringe is a stretch. 
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Downtown Dave Says
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who is downtown dave and why should i care?
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MsMusicRadio
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That's DAVE DIAMOND---------6to9 PM on KHJ Boss Angeles!
or
The former front man for Van Halen
or
The guy who carried the phones at Malio's
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A doorman who knew just where to go
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A film noir PI
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The former front man for Van Halen
or
The guy who carried the phones at Malio's
or
A doorman who knew just where to go
or
A film noir PI
(cue a smoky solo sax track)
(spoken in a Bogart vibe..cue the VO)
Downtown Dave...a dark figure in the alley..lurking and silently taking mental notes. Soaking in the surroundings like a thirsty cat lapping a saucer of milk....Downtown Dave...he's a man following life's road map with his own directions, not to be led by others and not to be succumbed by a stray rail...
His women?...Well let's just say they speak their mind alright. Some say the ladies in Dave's world circle around him like so many planets..and like planets they have some rough edged stones..there was one dame, I think I remember her name, but knowing her..for me to speak it in public would be like digging my last hole..she used to be a showgirl. Oh she had legs with no limits, and in her day she was a real looker. The sailors in port would step over each other to cash their meager military checks just to buy her a shot. In return she would favor a dance..sometimes a song, but at the end of her night she
always plunged her key in the doorknob of Downtown Dave's shabby flat just above the old steakhouse.
His surroundings always had the air of old smoke, steaks, and scotch..but he made do with less than he needed because his debt was immense. He kept the lights on by peddling the very air he walked in...and nobody know what he might do, but everyone stays clear..just in case.
(spoken in a Bogart vibe..cue the VO)
Downtown Dave...a dark figure in the alley..lurking and silently taking mental notes. Soaking in the surroundings like a thirsty cat lapping a saucer of milk....Downtown Dave...he's a man following life's road map with his own directions, not to be led by others and not to be succumbed by a stray rail...
His women?...Well let's just say they speak their mind alright. Some say the ladies in Dave's world circle around him like so many planets..and like planets they have some rough edged stones..there was one dame, I think I remember her name, but knowing her..for me to speak it in public would be like digging my last hole..she used to be a showgirl. Oh she had legs with no limits, and in her day she was a real looker. The sailors in port would step over each other to cash their meager military checks just to buy her a shot. In return she would favor a dance..sometimes a song, but at the end of her night she
always plunged her key in the doorknob of Downtown Dave's shabby flat just above the old steakhouse.
His surroundings always had the air of old smoke, steaks, and scotch..but he made do with less than he needed because his debt was immense. He kept the lights on by peddling the very air he walked in...and nobody know what he might do, but everyone stays clear..just in case.
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
Dave was sitting in a bar when I came in. I was working my first job as a cub reporter . I was new to town and trying get a handle on things. I had just bought a new pair of grey slacks at Maas Bros. Perry didn't like female reporters wearing them, but it was time for a change. Dave was reading the Daily News from NYC and I wondered who he was. He needed a shave and his black forelock hung in his eyes. The front page said something about Mussilini. Dave looked up and coughed.
I knew my job and sat down beside him. He pretended not to notice, but he was sweating. Perry told me to get this interview or not come back. He thought Dave was an agent of the new Federal intelligence agency and wanted the scoop.
Dave took out a match book and let each match burn down to his stubby fingers. It was Tuesday and this was Tampa.
I knew my job and sat down beside him. He pretended not to notice, but he was sweating. Perry told me to get this interview or not come back. He thought Dave was an agent of the new Federal intelligence agency and wanted the scoop.
Dave took out a match book and let each match burn down to his stubby fingers. It was Tuesday and this was Tampa.
SE: Knocking on door
Voice One: "Who Is It"?
Voice Two: "It's me, man DAVE"
Voice One: "Dave's not here"
SE: Knocking on door
Voice One: "Who is it"?
Voice Two: "Me man, Dave. I got the stuff, open the door"
Voice One: "Who"?
Voice Two: "Dave"!!!!
(pause)
Voice One: "Dave's not here"
Voice One: "Who Is It"?
Voice Two: "It's me, man DAVE"
Voice One: "Dave's not here"
SE: Knocking on door
Voice One: "Who is it"?
Voice Two: "Me man, Dave. I got the stuff, open the door"
Voice One: "Who"?
Voice Two: "Dave"!!!!
(pause)
Voice One: "Dave's not here"
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
Parttimer said:
I took Jimmy with me. Dave gave me the slip at the bar. Somebody put a mickey in my Barq's and when I came too, he was gone. We got a tip about a truck and were still hot on the trail. We found an old flat bed with a house on the back parked way out in the sticks on Busch Blvd. The shadows from the spanish moss made the place really creepy. Jimmy knocked and we heard a man moan. Jimmy kicked in the door-------------------------------------
who is downtown dave and why should i care?
Tan-Talk Dave ;D
Tan-Talk Dave ;D
.... and much to his surprise, he found some creep holding a gun against a dame. A chick! A bird! "Damn!", Jimmy thought. "That lady sounded like a guy when she moaned." Now Jimmy had two problems. First, how to get the 9mm heater off of the creep, and second, how to find out more about the damsel in distress because she was.....
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
Cause the dame was cussin like a sailor. Jimmy had to think quickly. First off, the yegg was not Downtown Dave. Jimmy suddenly felt the hair go up on his neck. Jimmy flicked his bic to get a better look. The lady looked a lot like-----holy cow-------Downtown Dave. Something was off when the guy told Jimmy to back off-----------his accent wasn't kosher for sure. He almost sounded like he was from----------------------------------
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
Jimmy was takin too long. I was sittin the Packard listening to something on the radio over 1380 or some dumb station. I took a drag on my Lucky and watched the smoke rings float away. Perry was sure gonna have me and Jimmy's hides if we didn't get a story. He coulda sent Clark, the older guy, but Clark had gone to Nevada about some weird news stuff I didn't get or care about. Something about turning sand into glass. That was somethin I didn't wanna see. I mean who could do that? And what would you do with the glass? Suddenly I heard a strange male voice cursing in------------------------------
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
Downtown Dave knew the jig was up. He had to find a way to scram outa here as fast he could go. He cautiously eyed the National Airlines ticket to DC. If he could just get to the airport. He knew they'd spot him like this. He hadn't had a drink since he left that crummy bar on Ashley. He was sorry he had to knock that dumb broad out, but he had no time for any stuff. He didn't know if she was a reporter, another hooker, or the vice. She looked too sweet to be a hooker or the cops. Maybe another time, another place. Dave rumaged in the closet and found nothin but women's clothes. Suddenly he had an idea. Maybe he could give them the slip. Dave didn't hear the window open until was already dressed. He felt the touch of cold steal on his neck. A voice said --------"You ain't goin nowhere" in an accent Dave found chillingly familiar. It could only be---------------------------------------------------
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
He slogged through the mud with his pant legs rolled up. He was used to assignments in capitol cities, not a place in the swamps. Even Miami would have been better. He had been hungry the whole time he was checkin around town. Nothin good to eat it seems. He did spend a few nights in Ybor with some colored girl. He liked the cigars. He saw the truck up ahead and checked for his pistol. Guess he was goin in after all. He spit and wished he could quit. Someday they won't be crawlin around in the mud. The Colonel told him that there could be phones doin this one day. Not fast enough for him. He climbed up on the flatbed and muttered ----------------------------
Ya'll have too much time on your hands... ;D
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MsMusicRadio
Guest
Cedric said:
Just me :
Mr. Florentino still has a real job. I presume the rest are still useful citizens.- Status