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I’ve just had the apparently universal experience Steven Colbert described with the Hamilton soundtrack, only I didn’t listen to it at one sitting, I listened to it over like five commutes to and from work, damn that mofo is long. And I did the exact thing he described, where I was like oh that’s interesting, how long can they keep that up, and I was like you know, I used to love musical theater when I was like fourteen, I dunno. It’s kiiiinda melodramatic, y’know? A little– I dunno I couldn’t listen to this with anyone else around. It’s–
and then I was like, oh wow ok ha ha that’s a great characterization is Lafayette really jumping off desks as he raps this that’s amazing and after a while your internal mental voice starts to sound like Miranda’s Hamilton, it’s just that kind of voice, like he’s you now, and you’re so into it, and then
Act 2 and I just spent the last half-hour of my commute bawling my goddamn eyes out.
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? BAWWWWWWWWHUHHUHHUH
amazing. Really. I do recommend it.
Also I spent a bunch of my childhood at Philip Schuyler’s upstate mansion. (Cliff’s Notes version of my memoirs: my parents met because Mom was a museum curator and Dad worked for the NYS Dep’t of Parks and Rec’s Historic Preservation department. So uh. I could lead the tour of that house. The thing with the tomahawk gouge in the bannister is bunk, though.)
If uh. You want to do tourism. I recommend the Saratoga Battlefield, which also has another Schuyler dwelling. Open seasonally. Dude had houses. He had a lot of money.
I’ve just had the apparently universal experience Steven Colbert described with the Hamilton soundtrack, only I didn’t listen to it at one sitting, I listened to it over like five commutes to and from work, damn that mofo is long. And I did the exact thing he described, where I was like oh that’s interesting, how long can they keep that up, and I was like you know, I used to love musical theater when I was like fourteen, I dunno. It’s kiiiinda melodramatic, y’know? A little– I dunno I couldn’t listen to this with anyone else around. It’s–
and then I was like, oh wow ok ha ha that’s a great characterization is Lafayette really jumping off desks as he raps this that’s amazing and after a while your internal mental voice starts to sound like Miranda’s Hamilton, it’s just that kind of voice, like he’s you now, and you’re so into it, and then
Act 2 and I just spent the last half-hour of my commute bawling my goddamn eyes out.
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? BAWWWWWWWWHUHHUHHUH
amazing. Really. I do recommend it.
Also I spent a bunch of my childhood at Philip Schuyler’s upstate mansion. (Cliff’s Notes version of my memoirs: my parents met because Mom was a museum curator and Dad worked for the NYS Dep’t of Parks and Rec’s Historic Preservation department. So uh. I could lead the tour of that house. The thing with the tomahawk gouge in the bannister is bunk, though.)
If uh. You want to do tourism. I recommend the Saratoga Battlefield, which also has another Schuyler dwelling. Open seasonally. Dude had houses. He had a lot of money.
