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Broadway for Biden

 My husband and I attended "Broadway for Biden." A few thoughts:


*I'm really "done" with the original cast of Hamilton. Renee Elise Goldsberry appears, and she doesn't even sing a song; she just shouts some lefty bromides and makes "earnest eyes" for the crowd. Then Leslie Odom walks out--wearing silk pajamas? or a stylized karate suit?--and sings "Dear Theodosia." This is not a song anyone would ardently wish for. "The original Aaron Burr! Let's forget his solos. I'm really hoping for Dear Theodosia." People paid a great deal of money to be in this room.

*LaChanze is superhuman. She looks and sounds like she is twenty-five years old. She is like a walking Encyclopedia of the History of Broadway. She doesn't need to say anything; just from seeing her, I feel goosebumps. Can we find a spot for her in the "Titanic" revival? Why wasn't she Dolly Levi--four or five years ago?

*I have always been wrong about Sara Bareilles. She comes out and steals the show. She picks a terrific song--"Over the Rainbow"--and she makes a quick, sharp joke. ("I wrote this next one....earlier this afternoon....") Bareilles seems to address the entire country, in a subtle and surprising way:

Someday, I'll wish upon a star--
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops--
Oh, way above the chimney tops:
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow....

Sara Bareilles, MVP.

A solid B or B-plus for this concert.
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