Last night I watched the live staged Broadway performance of Hamilton, which premiered for television audiences on July 3rd, 2020. I felt giddy inside while watching. If you had seen the bubble over my head you would have heard me say: Child, these white folks can't say they hate rap and hip hop anymore. General admission is two hundred bucks; if you don't want to sit in the nosebleed section of the theatre, expect to pay a thousand. I've seen oodles of plays on Broadway in my life - loved them all; even the mediocre ones and the performances that closed early from lack of enthusiasm. When I think of a musical, a Broadway musical, I am never, ever, thinking of Cats. There was a window of time in the 90's, when Times Square was crossing over from seedy to swank and I think Broadway got scared. It filled its theatre's with rank material designed for unsophisticated audiences from elsewhere, -- I'm referring to tourists -- who had a fantasy about visiting New Yor
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