I was going to find a picture of Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamilton to illustrate this blog post about...Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamilton but honestly the idea of right-clicking, saving to desktop, embedding on this page. Too much. Just too much.
So instead, I will only wax rhapsodically in words about Hamilton. It's a musical about Alexander Hamilton ("the ten-dollar founding father, without a father"). I mean, every rhyme is perfect, every song describes a universal emotion in a new and startling way and every tune embeds itself in your head, never letting go.
It's just brilliant all-around. Plus, it combines musical theatre and American history, which are two of my favourite things ever.
Listening to the cast album non-stop these past few weeks has made me so happy. But I also have felt pretty lame-o about the fact that Lin-Manuel Miranda and I are the same age and he is a MacArthur Grant genius!
That's ok. Only a few people get to be geniuses (otherwise genius is a meaningless concept) I'm just curious, I guess, where our paths diverged.
Is that a weird, self-centered way of engaging with the talent and success of others? Absolutely. This week I was reading an article by Leah McLaren where she bemoans the fact that Justin Trudeau just got elected PM and she is still "just" a writer for the Globe and Mail, and my eyes are still rolling.
But there it is, I am a human filled with contradictions.
To wit, here is a video of Lin-Manuel performing the first song from Hamilton for Barack Obama. I somehow found the inner strength to embed this: