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@kowalski-1

Boy howdy that Hamilton musical sure is good ain’t it (or at least the album’s great fun to listen to)

There’s was one part of ‘The Room Where It Happens’ that I could envision clearly & so I tried putting it down to paper! I recommend you read it while listening to the music, even if this is only a small part of the song!!

My name is Philip I am a poet I wrote this poem just To show it And I just turned nine You can write rhymes But you can’t write mine

WHAT!

I practice French And play piano with my mother

Uh-HUH!

I have a sister, but I want a little brother

OKAY

My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank Un deux trois quatre cinq!

BRAVO!

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Jefferson: We needed money and guns and half a chance - Who provided those funds? Jefferson: *puts his hair in a ponytail* Madison: LAFAYETTE

In the musical of my life after I’m long gone, my wife Vanessa is going to be the one who steps forward as the hero. Vanessa is not particularly fond of musicals—she only likes good ones. She is not effusive in her praise, or boastful. But when I looked up from that Chernow book and said “I think this is a hip-hop musical,” she didn’t laugh, or roll her eyes. She just said, “That sounds cool.” And that was all I needed to get started. As I fell in love with the idea of a love triangle between Eliza, Alexander, and Angelica, she said, “Can you have Angelica rap? That would be cool.”

I am someone who is so averse to travel that I wrote a whole musical about not wanting to leave my block in Washington Heights. It was Vanessa who booked us trips and time away from New York. “You don’t get any writing done here because life keeps popping up.” Thanks to her, Hamilton was written in Mexico, Spain, Nevis, Sagaponack, St. Croix, Puerto Rico, The Dominican Republic—long trips where Vanessa would take me there and then leave me alone to write while she explored. She is my first audience, and she’s a tough audience, so I know if I impress her I’ve cleared the highest possible bar. She’ll come home from work and say, “Your king tune was stuck in my head all day—that’s probably a good sign.” This started out as a note trying to explain how my wife really is the ‘best of wives and best of women,’ but I’m trying to get at something more important—this show simply doesn’t exist without Vanessa. It’s a love letter to her.

This man is too perfect