Last month, rather than going to L.A. (which is what we ended up doing) for my birthday, I was supposed to go to New York. Normally, I avoid the East Coast in the winter at all costs. But I really wanted to see Hamilton, the Broadway musical that is winning rave reviews and has been hailed as a “transformative” theater experience. And it seemed like the perfect birthday present (what with the hard-to-snag tickets, and all).
The storm named Jonas had other ideas. So we gave our tickets for the Friday night showing away (the Saturday night showing was cancelled altogether, due to the weather), and tried to fashion a different kind of birthday weekend in L.A.
My Hamilton obsession keeps growing, despite the fact I haven’t yet seen the play. I listen to the soundtrack and obsessively watch any interview I can find with the creator and star of the show, Lin-Manuel Miranda (who won the MacArthur Genius Award for his work this past September). I have, for instance, watched (more than once) Miranda’s interview on 60 Minutes, his freestyle rap battle on Jimmy Fallon, the first time he sang one of the songs from Hamilton (which happened to be at the White House), his wedding reception, where he and his guests sang a song from Fiddler on the Roof to his bride, among many others.
I’ve also bought the book Hamilton that the play is based on. Since it is 832 pages, I haven’t so much read that one yet (but I want to). But my obsession keeps going.
If all goes according to plan, I should be seeing the play at the end of this month. And I have a feeling the obsession will only grow at that point.
Have you seen Hamilton? Are you dying to? It is starting a national tour (and is coming to San Francisco!) next year. So we won’t have to travel to New York (in blizzard-fraught winter) to see it.