Remember last year, when all the other interesting, cool Broadway musicals got stuck in the shadow of Hamilton?
Remember how all the beautiful little shows, like Waitress and Tuck Everlasting and Bright Star and Allegiance and On Your Feet were left unnoticed by most, as everyone bought tickets to Hamilton?
Remember how so many shows had to close because nobody wanted to buy tickets to them, because we were so caught up with Hamilton?
I’m afraid that Dear Evan Hansen will become the new Hamilton.
I’m afraid that so many other great, diverse, revolutionary shows will be lost in Broadway history, lost to this eight-person, nearly all-white, musical.
I’m afraid that, in five years or so, there won’t be anyone who’ll remember Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812.
I’m afraid that Groundhog Day will close because people will choose Dear Evan Hansen over it.
I’m afraid that Come From Away won’t get any recognition this season.
I’m afraid that nobody will remember Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for anything other than “Christian Borle was in it.”
I’m afraid that Bandstand, Anastasia, Miss Saigon, all these beautiful shows, will be performing to unresponsive audiences, as bored teenagers, fidgeting in their chairs whisper to their parents “Why couldn’t you have taken me to see Dear Evan Hansen instead? This sucks.”
Don’t get me wrong, Dear Evan Hansen is great, Hamilton is great.
It’s just that I hope the other shows this season are appreciated, too.
I like how this blog is becoming "buck-grampa, tell us a story", "aight, lil shorts, there was this cow..." Cuz you're old.
wait what???? im old???? i hadnt noticed, i thought that 100 year birthday party was for a different jackass with a metal arm.
look, the only reason most of my stories are about the good ole days is because most of the morons i hang out with now have blackmail on me. and i have blackmail on them. we’re all doing the nuclear deterrent thing, it seemed appropriate with the russian-american vibe we’ve got going.
so i cant dish dirt on them without getting dished back.
and i like you guys just fine, but i would rather murder every one of you than let tony tell anyone the story of the three shrimp plates.