Remember all the feels the Hamilton soundtrack gave you in the first year — before it blew up into something so much bigger than itself that we all forgot how truly revolutionary it actually was? Those were some good times for us history-loving musical theatre nerds and there was so much hope that our time had come.
Broadway, however, decided to move its focus to high school angst and misery. Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Jagged Little Pill, Mean Girls — the Apple Music play counts do not lie, I enthusiastically love them all, but it wasn’t the trend I’d wanted. Yes, I know a well-researched and written musical masterpiece takes time, but they couldn’t throw us a revival of Bloody, Bloody Andrew Jackson? (If you are even thinking about bringing up the return of 1776— do not even — that is shlock even if director Diane Paulus promises it will be a different approach).
Thankfully, there’s a British invasion setting things right. Six: The Musical has brought all the feels of Hamilton on first 100 listens AND is as equally woke. Actually, it makes Hamilton feel almost dated for they way the Schuyler sisters are pitted against one another over some arrogant, wordy, cheating dude with a ponytail.
Henry VIII did all his wives wrong, and so they formed a girl group to publicly comparing notes. Six is powered by a diverse cast boldly declaring their very modern #MeToo sentiments for the whole show.
In pre-Gilead times like these, I need some chick empowerment. (And that’s all I can say on the subject right now, lest I cry and turn this into a darker, very different column). Continue reading “Beat JENeration #034: Six: The Musical is making it possible for me to survive this week”