KILLED BY THE COMPETITION — by Steve Nadis
My column in the Cambridge paper the other day went up against stiff competition: the Henry Louis Gates story (“Gatesgate,” as I call it), a man shot in the buttocks outside the Gourmet Express in Porter Square, and the Zumba explosion which appears to be taking over Cambridge faster than… [please feel free to finish this sentence with any cliche that comes to mind.] The point is, how am I ever going to get anyone to read a piece about an artist I’ve know for the past 25 years in the face of that kind of competition? If timing is everything in this business, I just got killed.
Waitaminit! I thought I coined the term “Gatesgate.” I shoulda put it on my blog before you do, cuz now I won’t be able to take credit.
P.S. What does it mean that wiggly words I need to type in order to submit a comment are “irak president?”
Sorry, it was wrong of me to swipe Gatesgate. And I did it for the worst possible reason — because I could.