Moana and Hamilton
In keeping with my long-running theme of discovering things later than everyone else, partly because of my own willful detachment from things people rave about and partly because life moves fast and I’m busy, I’m head over heels in love with two things that people told me were great and I had to just find out about in my own time.
Moana is probably one of the best movies–not just animated features, but movies–I’ve seen, maybe ever. It’s breathtakingly gorgeous, the animation is staggering, the music is incredible, the story is uplifting… I don’t have a single bad thing to say about it. My kids are obsessed with it, and I’ve crossed right over through Stockholm Syndrome into full-blown adoration myself. I’m constantly singing the songs, which is not surprising, given that Lin-Manuel Miranda had a hand in them.
Which brings me to my next point.
I’m probably the only person in America (possibly the world) at this point who hadn’t listened to the songs from Hamilton. I know, it’s a cultural phenomenon, blah blah. I get it. It’s great and everyone loves it and I should too.
You can start to see why it took me so long.
I have a hard time in a lot of cases getting on board with things that people breathlessly rave about. I’m way more inclined to check something out that got a great review from one person in my world whose opinion I trust, and that’s usually how I discover things. When the entire world is infatuated with something, my natural physiological response is to repel it.
I’m also not a huge fan of musicals. I’ve always found them to be somewhat grating, although I do make exceptions for certain ones that found a place in my heart, and for movies with songs I love. Sung-through musicals where every bit of dialogue is part of a song? Forget it. I’m not going near that.
So I begrudgingly finally decided to check this music out after two things happened recently: I shared part of a train ride with a family who had just seen it and really enjoyed it a week ago, and Tim was like “So you love Moana and you won’t even listen to Hamilton? What’s wrong with you?”
Having admitted my feelings for the music of Moana, I thought I could fight this battle no further. I love history, and I live in a part of the country where most of this stuff actually happened. I also like good music.
I’m sure you can see where this is headed now.
I’m absolutely hooked on this soundtrack and have now adopted it as the “thing I will literally not shut up about” for the next few days. I think I also have developed a bit of a crush on Mr. Miranda, since holy crap, he makes musical choices that resonate so strongly with the way I like to hear songs constructed, it’s like parts of this damned thing were written from my own thoughts. He’s made his way onto my list of People I Would Love To Sit Next To On A Plane And Speak To At Length But Stopping Short Of Being That Guy. This is a short list, and includes only a handful of famous people whose work I would describe as life-changing.
If I want to see the show, apparently I can buy very expensive tickets for sometime in 2018. Probably not going in my next actions list just yet.
So yeah, I’m a dope, these things are great, I love them, the end.