By Steve Pessah
Spike Lee came to UD to speak… I’m not exactly sure for what purpose, but my film class and another class were invited for a little Q and A session beforehand. so, in a midsized rectangular room in the center for black culture, Spike came in and entertained 22 students’ (2 were actually teachers) questions for over an hour.
his attitude kind of turned me off. he laxidasically answered everyones questions, sometimes giving a one-word/five-word sentence response, while other times his response was less stimulating than listening to Morse code. but that’s beside the point.
time was running out. i wanted to ask him some kind of question before he left. someone asked him about the Knicks already, but I felt he would still rather talk about them than about why he writes movies or what his inspiration is. those are questions he probably gets at every interview like this.
it came to me for the last question: “How long have you had your Knicks’ season tickets for, and how did you choose them?”
Spike: “I’ve had them since the day they got Patrick Ewing. Do you remember what happened that draft?” (He asked this back to me.)
Me: “Yeah.”
Spike: “What happened?”
(Holy shit, what the fuck happened?)
Me: “Oh man, you’re putting me on the spot…”
Spike: “Anyway…”
he then proceeded to tell the story. no where in his response did he address the second part of my question. my first, and most likely last interaction with Spike Lee, will be getting cut off because I had temporary memory loss.
the moral of the story: don’t fuck around with someone and tell them you have knowledge about something they love. they will ask you about, you will forget like i did, and then feel like an uber-noob.
The End.
to each their own 