i could be woody allen’s #1 fan.
wait wait. i know what you’re thinking. and before you judge me and say “how could you, he is sic, he married his wife’s adopted daughter etc…” i understand. but hear my story first. long before all that drama…
it was my senior year in college and i took an urban life in media and film class. it was supposed to be a blow off class but wasn’t and i got a lot out of it. it was there that i saw my first woody allen movie called Manhattan.
the scene opens with him reading lines from the start of a play, showing black & white, romantic shots of new york city dramatically shown to the tunes of George Gershwin. he had me at hello…
“Chapter one. “ “He adored New York City. He idolised it all out of proportion. “
Uh, no. Make that “He romanticised it all out of proportion. “
“To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. “
Uh… no. Let me start this over.
“Chapter one. “ “He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else.“
sitting in that class, i realized that someone had captured in words and music the passion i felt for life and big city. this was about a city i loved – nyc – but it was also how i felt about my city of chicago. i used to take the metro train from naperville to the city and walk about 9 blocks to college. i loved the crisp, morning air and even the monotony of the 9 to 5′ers as they took for granted their big city routine. not me! i didn’t take it for granted, i loved it. i was 21 years old and had my whole life ahead of me. the best part about that last sentence was that i knew i had a lot of good things in which to look forward. to me, the mornings on the train – watching the suburbs pass slowly then whiz past the beige industrial areas then the anticipation as the train slowed again to enter the big city – all had the background music of George Gershwin. the day pulsated with hope, zest and young optimism. Continue reading