Finally, after all this time, I gave in and listened to the Hamilton soundtrack. And yes, it is astoundingly amazing, and yes, I regret not doing it sooner. I am officially obsessed and officially by myself because everyone else is already onto the next thing.
First, let me start by saying that real life Alexander Hamilton is so much more than the white wig they teach you in school. Textbooks don’t do the man justice. Granted, I didn’t pay *the most* attention in US history, so maybe I just missed that chunk of the story, but let me tell you, his life was a soap opera and a half. I’m talking Days Of Our Lives minus the Joey Tribbiani.
But I think the true reason I appreciate Lin-Manuel Miranda’s (GENIUS) work so much is that the writing is clever and compelling and honest in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Line after line leaves me speechless & I can’t help but stop and think about the power of his words in telling a story.
A lot of things can happen in your life and the musical really drills home the idea of working for a legacy but having no ability to choose who tells you story. It’s something I’ve never really thought of before and honestly, it’s a little scary. Hamilton had his wife Eliza, but when you’re only 18 and the best thing you’ve achieved in your life so far is getting into college, you can’t help but wonder whose stories you’re going to be telling down the road and if you’ll do it justice. Esoteric stuff, man. That’s what Broadway does to you.
I think that written word is very powerful. Look at the Federalist Papers, or really just any papers, and consider the sheer reach they have. So many people can be influenced by just a few phrases, incomplete thoughts, statements. One line in the show says “your sentences left me defenseless, you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals” and I think that really captures the way I feel about a good writer and his words. There’s so much potential. So much strength. So much expression.
Overall, this is basically just me getting to fangirl months late. Oh, and I can’t stop reading all my notes in rap now. It’s fine. We’re fine.
Stuck in my head: Wait for It // Hamilton (lol you guessed it!!!)
Snap it: a poetry book in Key West.