by greenbamboostudios

When I am asked to take this particular song from Hamilton out of my repertoire for the annual Halloween performances of The Haunting of Broadway, I think it’s some kind of trick.


The music is a perfect treat.


It’s current.


And it’s clever programming, because we burn things we don’t understand, like witches, just as Eliza in the show burns with anger, all of Alexander’s love letters to her when she finds out about his marital indiscretions.


But I also completely understand, at this spooky time of year, the need for some of the skeletons of our guests, to remain unseen, and out of sight, in the closet, where the spirit of jealousy is left unprovoked by the cliché of art imitating life.