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Kentucky Wildcats Quickies: Alexander Hamilton Musical Editon

I'm just like my country; I'm young; scrappy, and hungry and I'm not throwing away my shot.

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Good morning and happy Friday. Typically, this is where Brad would provide us an 1,000 word exegesis on how Kris Dunn being drafted by the 76'ers would align the nine planets and bring Israel and Palestine to the bargaining table. Today, in this space, we're talking a particular Broadway musical

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This week, odds against odds, a college friend and I saw Hamilton on Broadway. You know you're with an old friend when once you were haggling over who-owed-who at Kitty O'Shea's (RIP) $1 wells night, and now you're on Broadway filling in for their sick wife (and one sick kiddo at home), reaping the benefits of a finance job's work lottery, and splitting an Uber. What a time to be alive.

Hamilton is as good as you may or may not have heard. It'll win all the Tony's this spring, and will probably be grounded into a commercialized movie and subsequent TV show at some point. You'll all see it, and I'm here to tell you it's worth the wait. It's an apolitical musical about a Founding Father, killed in a duel (SPOILER ALERT) but expressed through hip-hop. What other diverse variables can bring BernieBros across the aisle to shake the hands of Cruz/Rubio/Trump supporters? Fair trade Rwandan coffee only served in the Waldorf Astoria? I'm just spit-balling here.

(Sorry. I know, no politics. I wanted to make that bad joke, and will probably pay for it in the comments.)

Take the opening song for example:

Those opening lines of the production:

How does a bastard;

Orphan, son of a whore,

And a Scotsman...

And a Scotsman!  That's the worst thing about him! Ah, I love how that's the most disreputable thing about Alexander Hamilton, a Founding Father. It recalls my high school history class where we learned that the "white" race is relativity new phenomenology. 150 years or so ago, most of us weren't "white", we were all something more specific. It also leads to a wider discussion on the efficacy of "pulling yourself up by your boot-straps."  I saw this guy do it once at Cirque du Soleil, it was magical.

Later, there was a song that opened with heavy Run DMC influence and then surprisingly, and gratefully, shifted to a females' perspective:

...Don't you forget about Thomas Payne...or Peggy.

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This is apparently something that is a deal in the UofL-verse.

I am assuming it might have something to do with UK,  but who am I to say? I'm just someone who writes about musicals on a sports blog.

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