Posted by: ritagone | November 9, 2016

When Hype Is Not Hyperbole


(You’ll notice this post has nothing to do with the election yesterday. My theory is that the quicker we get back to normal life post-election, the better. Hence, I write as though it’s “business as usual,” as though we’re all used to what has happened and functioning within the regular parameters of the decision that was made, whether this was our choice or not. Life truly does go on.)


I was in Newhamilton York last week.

I saw Hamilton.

You know Hamilton, the show that absolutely everyone has been talking about, raving about, lusting after. I bought tickets earlier in the year through my Stubhub account, and yes, they were expensive. And then the Tony Awards happened in the spring. And the four principles of the show each won a Tony Award, along with the show itself. It continued to be a Broadway phenomenon.

Then the four principles left the show.

Uh oh.

Now I had these expensive tickets and four new people playing the primary roles. I crossed my fingers and assumed that those Broadway people knew what they were doing when they set about to re-cast the show.

They did.

If anything, the four principles were every bit as good as the four who left (judging by the quality of their voices on the original recording of the score).

For a few days before the show, I worried: what if I got sick? What if there was a blackout in New York City? What if I lost the tickets? Anything could happen. I was neurotic. Stressed out.

But we made it to the theater, to our seats.

The curtain came up. Well, actually, there was no curtain, so take that sentence metaphorically. The show started.

And it was magical.

It wasn’t just the musical score, although that in itself is amazing beyond belief. Or the choreography, which is modern and vibrant and dynamic. But the lighting and the sound and the movement of the entire show. And the theme. And the excitement. All of it. Every bit of it.

It did not disappoint. In any way, shape, or form.

There’s not much in life that you wait for for a long long time and then, when it happens, you realize that it was worth every penny you paid for the tickets and worth every second of the wait.

So Hamilton, thank you.

I’d like to see you again when you come to L.A. Or maybe again next year in New York. You’re amazing. I’m still talking about you to anyone who will listen. I still smile when I think of you. I’m glad I bought the book that offers the libretto so that I can read the words that Lin-Manuel Miranda so brilliantly wrote to capture a period of American history that, frankly, I had never been much interested in. He made it come alive.

If you can, see this musical. Save up for the tickets. Sell a family heirloom if you have to. You will not regret it.


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