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The old friend shows up every night, big and brawny as ever. He’s on a Brooklyn family’s seventh-floor balcony in Windsor Terrace, and above the Portofino Ristorante in Forest Hills, and bellowing out of a truck rolling slowly up and down the empty canyons of Manhattan’s avenues, right on time to — with the crash of a cymbal — start spreadin’ the news.
It is 7 p.m., and the city is already clapping, a nightly outpouring of support for health care workers that has taken place for weeks. And many have added a soundtrack to their applause, as familiar as the skyline. It’s as brassy and over the top as ever — and yet, playing out across a cooped-up city of crowded apartments and masks and gloves, its bottomless optimism can visibly bring smiles, a short pause to The Pause.
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Great story. I'm not from New York and never visited the city, but there is something about that song! When I hear it I can't sit still. When it's used for purposes such as this, it brings emotion to me. Yes, I'm not a New Yorker, but when this song plays, I feel I am.
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I'm also moved by the song. But I'm just not entirely sure it's the most appropriate thing to play a tune whose first words are "Start spreading" during a virus pandemic! Other than that, though, a great anthem for a great city.