Buried in this Sunday's sad and image assassinating story in the New York Times on John Edwards and his likely illegitmate kid and the campaign money he paid to his misstress was this music-related nugget:
Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band.
Giggles all around am I right? Except that the story was just plain sad. I mean, sure, dudes cheat on their wives, but John Edwards, an allegedly "good" guy cheated on his wife who has cancer, paid his mistress to keep quiet with campaign money donated via taxpayers, then promised her a wedding with music played by Dave Matthews Band once his wife died. This dude got close to being Vice President, and was two people away from becoming a presidential nominee (if Obama and Clinton hadn't kicked his ass), and now he's reduced to being annihilated in the Times and is under investigation for misusing campaign funds. Bernie Madoff just called him with sympathies, and promised him a roof top wedding with Blues Traveler. [NY Times]

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