I want to write, speak, give my perspective on something I was lucky enough to experience. For my birthday, my amazing wife bought us Hamilton tickets. Extremely excited and shocked, it was going to be great!
Come show day, Marjan Nadji and I are both exhausted from events preceding the day. For me I can definitely say, screw it and not go...however, you can’t pass this up.
Both of us a bit grumpy and tired, trying to load Eli Edward De Sano and supplies to take to Auntie Farinaz’s, who was so gracious in watching monkey.
As we started going we got more energy. Of course Marjan’s bubbled over for more than mine.
We had great conversation, important dialect we have not been able to have, along with a great dinner.
I’m introducing this because what we were about to experience next can truly only be worded as spectacular.
We entered the Paramount Theatre. People buzzing, having cocktails, and waiting with anticipation for the show. Making our way to our great seats, we also sat, looking at the set not knowing really what to expect.
Lights dim, the crowed applauds like I have never heard for an opening and the adventure, though I want to say the education started.
What I experienced the next three hours, the emotion and the true nature of the complex yet so simple conceptual production and design had me truly memorized. Not by the glitz and glamour of trying to make a good show, but of the placement and identity of the characters. The representation of our nation in a fashion of neutrality that I don’t know has ever truly been expressed on a such prestigious stage.
Each scene the applauds grew louder and louder, the characters became more pronounced, the early history lessons of my youth began to sprout...the emotion was truly incredible and somewhat overwhelming.
As the production continued the unsinkable feeling for how important this medium, production, the passion put behind this was more than palpable. The jump from one side to another, as it seeming plays out in today’s political arena was uncanny. Curtain close.
As the second half began with some slow ensembles to portray the despair and stress of characters, without notice the production did a 180 and put you back into your trans state of this entire production. This would go one for the rest of the show. The constant presence of thought in your own head, whether on par or not, you could not ignore it. The sense of why exactly this production is where it is!
Democrat or republican, white, Black, yellow, green or purple, this to me took aim at our rights, freedoms, struggles, and ability to work together not against. It showed neutrality and the building of a better country for all of us is in our hands. It is in our hands to rise up, take claim to this land we call home. This country so many have bled for, given their life for, and to come home battered and broken, but not defeated. They stand strong, they stand united, as a brotherhood to something you and I get to call home. Get to wear a shirt representing the United States of America. And this, this production is hopefully creating a link for us as Americans to stand up, educate as we should, speak as we are free to, and pass on our desire for a True America.” That with dignity, honor, strength, compassion. That which greed and fear don’t rule our family’s. Take our country into what I grew up with...truly the best country in the world. A country of IMMIGRANTS who never where to survive the British, let alone starting a judicial system with a handful of immigrants.
Author: Edward DeSano