My first Broadway musical: A Hamilton obsession timeline

September 29, 2015
Leonor emails the following to the Postbourgie listserve:

really excited to read this, Rembert!!

September 30, 2015
I reply to Leonor’s thread:

Has anyone seen it? I like musicals in theory but by the second act I’m getting restless and a little bored.

I saw something briefly about whether or not you should listen to the cast recording without seeing the musical. I listened anyway and had the songs stuck in my head.

This was all true. I’ve seen a few musicals at the Pantages in Hollywood. The most popular show was Wicked. I didn’t love it. You think being a band geek I’d love show tunes. Nope. I got a bit of my dad’s anti-musical attitude. He complains that they sing the same song for 20 minutes in The Sound of Music.

But the hype for Hamilton: An American Musical is irresistible. I blame the Postbourgie family and my Twitter feed which are not mutually exclusive.

Early October
During quiet moments at work, I listen to the Original Broadway Cast recording through NPR’s First Listen. I get around to reading the article on Grantland by Rembert Browne. I chat with our admin coordinator and a student worker who are both huge Lin-Manuel Miranda fans.

October 3
I drive students to Syracuse for a conference. One of the students was already a Hamilton fan. She had seen the show at the Public in previews or at the Richard Rodgers on Broadway earlier that summer/fall. She asks if we can play the album on the way home. I agree. She sings to many of the songs and I just follow along because I don’t have anything memorized. One other student riding with us is intrigued when we tell him the writer is Puerto Rican, just like him.

I become a little bit obsessed with listening to the album on Spotify, reading the notes on Genius, following Lin-Manuel Miranda on Twitter, etc. I play the album at home and have dance parties with Xavi.

October 21
I finally buy the Original Broadway Cast album on iTunes because I don’t have enough data on my phone to stream through Spotify all the time. I need full and constant access.

October 24

During a visit to Long Island, we take a trip in to the city. We enter the Hamilton lottery on Saturday. There’s no #ham4ham and it’s super crowded. Neither Sean nor I win, but just being there and seeing Xavi recognize the logo made me excited.

Late October
I consider dressing Xavi up as Daveed Diggs/Thomas Jefferson/Marquis de Lafayette for Halloween. I tweet about it and geek out when Daveed Diggs either likes it or retweets it. (I wish I could find the proof.)

Maybe Thomas Jefferson?

Ultimately, we don’t dress him up as Thomas Jefferson because finding a little purple coat for him proved difficult.

I read more articles. I watch more televised Hamilton events like the cast performing at the White House (March) and the Tony’s (June), which shows the amazing choreography. I listen to podcasts. Another Round kills it with their interviews of Lin-Manuel Miranda and Daveed Diggs. In the summer and fall I start listening to The Room Where It’s Happening: A Hamilton Fan podcast. One of my favorite episodes features Alex Lacamoire, the music supervisor, arranger and orchestrator, discussing the nerdy and technical side of the music. It’s super informative. I admire Code Switch’s take which considers class and racial aspects of both the cast — primarily people of color — and the Broadway audience which is traditionally white and older.

I also try to tamper my jealousy when friends finally get to see the show. It’s a little like being back in graduate school and celebrating your friend’s dissertation defense. While you feel very happy, you’re also jealous and wonder when it’s going to happen for you.

February 14, 2016

April 7, 2016

I find a way to plug a Hamilton song, “That Would Be Enough” in to my pregnancy announcement on social media. Because of course I would.

April 12, 2016

Xavi the Hamiltot

The Hamiltome (or, Hamilton: A Revolution) is released and the copy Sean pre-ordered for my Mother’s Day gift arrives. I hug it. The book becomes part of our bedtime routine later in the spring and summer as Xavi loves looking at the pictures and pointing out Obama.

May 14, 2016

Sean, Xavi and I make another NYC trip. This time we are in Brooklyn for a baby shower for our good friends Derreck and Vanessa. We enter the online lottery again. No luck.  Womp womp.

July 15, 2016

In the Heights at the Hangar Theater

I get  to see a musical written by Lin-Manuel Miranda! In the Heights is playing at Ithaca’s Hangar Theater. My colleague organizes a trip for our summer research students and I get to chaperone. Sean stays home with Xavi because we don’t have babysitting. Our old Ithaca babysitter graduated and moved back to NYC.

August 8, 2016
I write about that immense feeling of pride when Xavi starts singing alone to “Dear Theodosia”.

August 29, 2016
Archie is born! I know the possibility of seeing the musical is on hold for a while because priorities. Also, newborns eat ALL. THE. TIME.

August 31, 2016

NYC Hamilton

My birthday present is Hamilton-themed.

November 11, 2016
New tracks are released from the Hamilton Mixtape. Immigrants (We Get the Job Done) makes me feel slightly less dejected in light of the election results. Kelly Clarkson’s version of “It’s Quiet Uptown” is there for me as I’m sad about Papa Chepe passing away.

December 14, 2016

A new mom friends get Archie his very own Hamilton gear in our mom group Secret Santa.


I’m still in to Hamilton but I listen less often. I’ve put aside that I’ll be able to see the show any time soon. The cost, babysitting and needing to consider a baby who needs to eat every few hours are all part of it. Despite being close during our many visits to Long Island, we mainly stay out of Manhattan.

The possibility looms that we may be moving not locally. Read: out of New York and somewhere that would require a flight or really long road trip to make it back to NYC. But I have to wait to get news and that looms over all of May and in to early June. As we’re unsure of the future, Sean suggests I finally go see Hamilton.

We have weddings on back-to-back weddings in the NJ/NYC area. Sean suggests I go on my own on the day after Jon and Andrea’s wedding, which is on a Friday evening. We won’t have babysitting for Saturday, so it can only be one of us. I check out tickets on StubHub. It’s expensive, but since it’s just me, I’m not that shocked at the sticker price.

Still, it feels selfish and I can’t commit. I’d be going to see a musical Sean also likes during Father’s Day weekend.

June 16
On our way to the wedding we spot the billboards for Hamilton just ahead of the Midtown Tunnel.

Sean brings up the topics again. “Are you going to go see it tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.”

“You should.”

I look up tickets on StubHub again. The prices are similar to what I had seen and soon I’m purchasing one ticket for the rear mezzanine section, right, for Saturday’s matinee. I knew I probably wouldn’t be seeing the current lead, Javier Muñoz in the title role, but that was okay.

We have an amazing time at the wedding and tell our friends we can’t go to the post-wedding brunch because I have important plans.

On the way home after the wedding, we stop by a 24-hour FedEx Kinko’s to print out my electronic ticket. I print two copies just because.

June 17
We make plans in the morning. I’ll take the train shortly after 12 pm and that will allow enough time to get to the Richard Rodgers Theater for the 2:00 pm curtain time.

Shortly after 12, I say goodbye to Xavi and my brother-in-law, Kenton. Archie is fast asleep. Sean drives to the Hicksville Long Island Railroad Station five minutes away. I’ve taken the LIRR to/from Manhattan once. It was the first time I met Sean’s parents about seven years earlier. I ride the LIRR to Penn Station. I check my bag about fifty times to make sure I have the tickets.

At Penn Station I transfer to the A train and wait way too long. I get nervous, but know I gave myself plenty of time. The train is slow arriving, and I probably would’ve made it to Times Square faster if I walked. I make my way through Times Square towards 46th street. Despite the rain I still need to weave around slower tourists. The block or so around the theater is crowded like it was that first time we were there in October 2015. This time it’s easier to get through the crowds since I don’t have Xavi in a stroller. I stop outside the theater and quickly eat the snack I brought along, an apple before going in.

I hold my breath as I wait in line to enter. What if my ticket doesn’t work?

My worries were for naught, it’s all good. I wasn’t swindled. Inside, the lobby is abuzz with theatergoers trying to go to the bathroom or get a snack before the 2:00 pm curtain. I get to my seat about 10 minutes before the 2:00 pm curtain time and had enough time to flip through my Playbill and post the requisite photo to social media. I don’t quote “The Room Where It’s Happening. Cece Peniston’s “Finally” is more fitting.

Hamilton, finally!

As I wait, I look around. The mezzanine is full of people of all ages. Besides me a man sits with his tween-aged daughter.

A few minutes after two the house lights are turned down and the show starts.

It’s absolutely incredible. For the next two and a half hours I laugh, cry (man, do I cry), tap my hands, try not to sing along and just enjoy the most amazing show. I try to catch it all, but there’s so much going on in every corner of the set.

Here’s the thing about Hamilton, I thought I knew the show. But I was all wrong. The cast album has almost every word spoken in the show, but there’s moments that are left out that hit me. Somehow, I hadn’t been spoiled despite all the articles and podcasts. Then there’s the choreography, the lighting, the really cool rotating stage, and excellent use of a sparse stage and props. Seeing new actors in roles that felt familiar was interesting too. Donald Webber, Jr. plays Hamilton. He’s excellent, but I’m thrown off that he doesn’t look like Lin-Manuel or Javier. James Monroe Iglehart plays Lafayette/Jefferson. He’s a bigger guy than Daveed Diggs and he’s bald. But he still has the same swagger. Both Webber and Iglehart are excellent actors and singers and do an amazing job.

Some other thoughts I shared with Leonor who asked me the questions below (I’ve edited to remove “spoilers”):

1. Who was your favorite before and did that change after seeing it?
Lafayette was my favorite before. Brian d’Arcy James as King George was the actor/role I loved so much more after seeing it.

2. Same question, but re: songs?
I love “Satisfied” and was so ready to be amazed by the staging and choreography which I’d heard was incredible. I don’t know if it wasn’t everything, if the woman who played Angelica was no Renee or if I was distracted because an usher was showing a woman to her seat during that song (and the seat was next to me!) or if I just expected something different.

“Dear Theodosia” surprised me and made me love it more. Same with “It’s Quiet Uptown.” It really hits at that point. I had all the tears.

3. Was there anything you were surprised by?
Yes! I was surprised to see more of King George. The comic value and the role as a whole comes through way more than on the cast album. I also didn’t expect for so much to be going on on stage the whole time. I liked the choreography at the end of “Right Hand Man” too.

Hamilton, finally!

It’s a month later and I still feel incredibly lucky and like I need to see it again. Maybe then I’ll be satisfied.


Lindas Canciones

I was 7 or 8 when Mary came over and excitedly shared a must-listen new tape, Linda Ronstadt’s Canciones de mi Padre. I’d never heard of Linda Ronstadt and was a little confused by her name. Ronstadt didn’t sound Mexican. I soon came to learn that she was US-born and didn’t speak much Spanish. My parents didn’t care. Linda could sing the hell out of some rancheras and soon they were playing the tape constantly.

The music was as beautiful as the woman on the cover of the tape and I loved it. I already had been introduced to rancheras through José Alfredo Jiménez classics like “Volver, volver”, “El Rey,” and “Caminos de Guanajuato” thanks to my Guanajuato-born father. While Linda Ronstadt was not my introduction to mariachis or rancheras, she was the first woman I’d heard sing backed up by a mariachi. It would be many years until I found out about singers like Lola Beltrán or Chavela Vargas. Until then, Linda was the pinnacle of female rancheras songs in my eyes.


I wasn’t strong enough a singer to emulate her as a kid — or even as an adult — but Danny gave it a shot. He learned to sing “Y ándale”, a song about not caring that your fianceé´s parents will see you as a drunk when you come over to see he. Danny practiced with dad and gave his big performance at tía Nelly’s wedding backed by a full mariachi. His performance was a hit. Ironically, dad quit drinking soon after.

In college, I bought my own copy of Canciones on CD and listened to it countless times. I’ve learned the songs since then and sing along… or try to. Five years ago, I went to a concert at UCLA’s Royce Hall by Linda Ronstadt and Mariachi de Nati Cano on the bill. I was so excited to hear live versions of the songs I grew up listening to with my dad, but came away feeling confused and let down. Linda didn’t sound like the woman on the albums I’d come to love. It didn’t make sense how her voice could have changed so much as she aged.

Mexicanitos al grito de guerra

Now I understand that at the time she was already dealing with the onset of Parkinson’s, a disease her grandmother suffered from as well.

As the Parkinson’s news broke out last month, I realized I couldn’t name any of Ronstadt’s hits in English. All I knew was Canciones which I still sing on the regular. In fact, all I could think about was the songs I loved on the first album and the follow-up, Más Canciones.

I sing Hay Unos Ojos frequently to Xavier. I hold in my arms and sing as we walk around the apartment. He stares up at me with eyes that seem to get brighter and wider. When I got pregnant, I was a little sad that I never took the time to learn how to play the guitar. I wanted to be like my dad who would entertain us for hours with the guitar and a short list of pop and children’s songs. I may not have the guitar (for now), but I do have my voice and a love for singing. Hopefully Xavier will remember the songs I sing for him with the same fondness I think of songs like Cri Cri’s “Los Tres Cochinitos” or the Cascades’ “Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain.”

If I had to list 10 albums that changed my life, Canciones would definitely be on it. I’m grateful Mary introduced my parents to Linda Ronstadt. They played the album and actively sang along. I don’t think dad ever expected that 25 years later I’d follow his example and would sing the same songs to my son.


This side of the road

Note: This post has been sitting in my drafts since mid August. The first show was on Friday, August 10th, then second on Monday, August 13th.

Hello, friends. It's been too long.

My year always feels off when I don’t get to see Café Tacuba live. They’ve been my favorite band for ages and I always go to see them whenever they’re in town or close enough for a quick flight up to San Francisco or Oakland.

The last few years have felt a little off (music-wise), but this past week has made up for it. I blew my summer concert budget on tickets for Super Estrella’s Reventón. Well, I planned to blow my budget, but the better/pricier seats were already taken by the time I got to the Ticketmaster website. (This summer’s budget was a lot less than in recent years thanks to other big costs coming up.)

staples for reventón super estrella

On Friday night Sean and I met up with Anel — a new tumblr/twitter friend with great music taste — for the LA radio station’s quinceañera (15th anniversary) concert.

[Sidenote… It blew my mind that Super Estrella 107.3 was celebrating its quinceañera. That seems like a lot of years, but then I think that was only 1997. I clearly remember tuning my radio to 107.3 and doing my AP stats homework while listening. That was the first time I heard classics like “Lamento Boliviano” by Enanitos Verdes, “Oye Mi Amor” by Maná, and “Como te Extraño” by Café Tacuba. I loved those songs immediately. Super Estrella was my first real introduction to the rock en español genre. I’d grown up listening to Mexican music, but was unfamiliar with the rock music that would blow up in the late 90s/early 00s. It’s been a long time since I’ve listened to the radio station regularly, but I’m thankful for the introduction to my favorite band.

Also, fifteen years! Yeesh. That was the second moment that day I felt a little old, relatively speaking, of course. The first was when I was talking about the 1994 Northridge Quake and was surrounded by college juniors and seniors who didn’t remember it because they were toddlers in 1994.]

The Reventón lineup included some of my longtime favorites I’d seen several times (Julieta Venegas, Kinky, Café Tacuba) and some bands I’d never seen (Hombres G, Beto Cuevas from La Ley, Moderatto). I’d seen the headliner, Enanitos Verdes, once at another arena show in 2000. Who remembers the Watcha Tour?

Café Tacuba is down there somewhere. We had crappy seats.

Our seats sucked, as warned by the tickets, but it was still fun to be there and hear some of my favorite songs as well as some of Cafeta’s new stuff. The show started at 6, way too early to get home from work, eat a quick dinner and take the new Expo Line to Staples Center. By the time we had arrived, we’d missed most of Beto Cuevas’ set and all of Julieta Venegas and Kinky. I’m not upset about Kinky, but missing Julieta made me sad since she’s one of my favorite singers.

As usual, I wrote down Café Tacuba’s lineup:
El Baile y el Salón
Las Flores
La Ingrata
La Locomotora
Volver a Comenzar
Déjate Caer
Chilanga Banda
Este Lado del Camino (single from new album)
La Chica Banda


Lucky 13

On Monday night I got another chance to listen to some new Café Tacuba and enjoy my favorites. The show was held at the Observatory in Santa Ana. The venue was very hot and I didn’t want to go on the floor in front of the stage. I got enough of the crowded, sweaty, pushy concert experience when I was younger.

Café Tacuba at the Observatory

In between “Déjate Caer” and “La Chilanga Banda” Rubén Albarrán, the lead singer, led some chants agains the recent election results (“el que no grita es Peña” and “el pueblo se cansa de tanta pinche transa”) as well as claiming support for the recent youth movement, Yo Soy 132.

I know it’s only been a couple of years since the last show, but this time around the guys seemed much older. They’re all still energetic, play solid shows and do the goofy choreographed dances, but their age shows simply in their appearance. Even from the back of the room I could see Joselo’s grays and laugh lines.

Café Tacuba's Rubén crowd surfing, by Rene

I caught up with my cousin Rene and his buddy Edgar briefly before the show. They were dry and excited. Rene’s clothes were soaked through. He said it was worth it as he’s never been up that close at CaféTa show and he got some great pictures (above). Still, I don’t know if it was as cool as the time we briefly met them at a TV show taping (2003).

Café Tacuba

Café Tacuba’s setlist from the Observatory on August 13th:
El Baile y el Salón
Como te Extraño (versión despacio/tempo slowed down)
Las Persianas
Las Flores
La Ingrata
Cero y Uno
El Ciclón
La Locomotora
Volver a Comenzar
No controles
Déjate Caer
La Chilanga Banda
El Fin de la Infancia
La Chica Banda
Este Lado del Camino

Meme sings by Rene

Bar Tacuba
El Puñal


Quique, by Rene Rubén's shirt says 'no es mi presidente' - by Rene

Café Tacuba’s first new album in five years, Objeto Antes Llamado Disco, comes out Tuesday, October 16th!

All close up photos of the band are by Rene U.


This day in Chicano history: Louie Pérez (1953)

January 29, 1953
Louie Pérez, of Los Lobos and Latin Playboys, was born in Los Angeles and grew up in East LA

I’ve been to many concerts over the last 15 years. Few moments stand out from the others. One of those was the 2005 UCLA Royce Hall concert featuring Los Lobos and Perla Batalla. I went to that show alone as I found about it last minute and just had a chance to buy a discounted student ticket. Overall, the show was pretty amazing. I wished dad and Danny could have been there too. They would’ve loved it. I’m glad I wrote about that show while the memories were still fresh:

Last night, Los Lobos primarily stayed away from their blues-rock repertoire and focused on classic Mexican tunes. They played boleros like “Gema” and “Sabor a Mí,” as well as son jarocho, rancheras (“Cielito Lindo” and “La Pistola y el Corazón”), cumbias, blues-rock (“Saint Behind the Glass” and “Kiko and the Lavender Moon”), and songs from other Latin American countries (“Guantanamera” and “El Cuchipé”).

At one point, all of Los Lobos sat on stools in a half-circle. They recounted a story about playing the same tunes at parties for friends and families when they were just starting out as a band. At that moment, I thought of you [Dad] and was reminded of the dozens of times throughout my childhood when you did the same thing at a party or around the campfire.

That performance definitely made me emotional. I probably cried as Louie Pérez sang “Saint Behind the Glass,” my favorite Los Lobos song. There’s something magical about the opening jarana and the soothing nature of Pérez’s voice. In this live version, co-songwriter David Hidalgo sings along. I like it because Pérez explains the song’s biographical roots. It hits home, especially since my dad grew up in the same area. Some of the places he drives by in this tour of East LA are quite familiar. [Listen to the original version of “Saint Behind the Glass” with only Pérez’s vocals here, right-click to download.]

Over the years, Pérez has played guitar, jarana and drums for Los Lobos. I believe now he primarily plays drums. He’s also the principal lyricist. Original Los Lobos songs are frequently credited Hidalgo/Pérez.

In an interview with Six String Soul, Pérez describes the songwriting relationship with David Hidalgo that has evolved since they were teens: “Ideally I would sit with David and work lyrics and music together. But since time is so much a premium for us these days, we’ve chosen to split the chores between us. But to say that David is the music and I’m the lyrics would hugely discount us. We’re songwriters, top to bottom.” Pérez goes on to say that the starting point for lyrical inspiration comes from his East La roots.

Today marks Pérez’s 59th birthday. I hope he has many more birthdays and continues to write meaningful songs for a band that’s way more than just another band from East LA.

To celebrate, listen to your favorite Los Lobos album. Might I suggest Kiko and the Lavender Moon?

Photo credit: LA Times.


This day in Chicano history: José Alfredo Jiménez (1926)

January 19, 1926:
José Alfredo Jiménez, one of México’s most well-known singer-songwriters, was born in Dolores Hidalgo, Guanajuato

Yeah, yeah, I know Jiménez is not technically a Chicano. He’s as Mexican as you get being born in Dolores Hidalgo, known to all Mexicans as La Cuna de la Independencia Nacional. For the Spanish language challenged, the Cradle of National Independence.

While Jiménez wasn’t around in the 1800s and didn’t contribute to the fight for Mexican independence, one can argue that the dozens of songs he’s penned have influenced Mexican identity on both sides of the border.

As a kid, I listened to a lot of Jiménez. I remember watching my dad sing “Camino de Guanajuato” at the top of his lungs with various other family members. I’d sing along too, even though it was probably inappropriate for a kid to sing a line about life being worthless. In my 20s, “Camino” began to mean more as I explored my roots in Salamanca, Guanajuato and actually traveled and visited the roads and landmarks mentioned in the well-known song. One of my most vivid memories of being on my uncles’ ranch just outside Salamanca was singing “Camino” with about 40 other family members, with such pride and joy. It was pretty amazing.

One of the best songwriters that ever lived

For Chican@s, knowing or singing some of Jiménez’s most popular songs may show you’re not too much of a poch@. It might be a fun way to bond with the older generations or make you look like a badass at mariachi-oke (yes, that’s mariachi + karaoke) night when you don’t need the words to get through “Ella” or “Que Te Vaya Bonito”. Or it just might make a good buzz even better.

Six ways to celebrate José Alfredo Jiménez’s birthday:

  1. Drink some tequila, but not too much as you don’t want to end up with JAJ-like liver issues
  2. Sing your favorite Jiménez-penned song, if you need an idea for something else besides “El Rey”, check here.
  3. Request the roaming musicians play a romantic song like “Serenata Sin Luna” or “Si Nos Dejan” while out on a date
  4. Make a playlist of JAJ songs interpreted by old school artist and re-imagined by newer artists. Example: “Te Solte La Rienda” by Maná
  5. Watch one of the movies he acted in. [IMDB]
  6. Try your hand at writing a torch song.

It’s a school night, so no tequila shots for me. Plus, I’m all out lime. Instead, I’ll make a playlist of the four versions of “Camino de Guanajuato” and put them on a loop while going through my photo sets from trips to the motherland. As always, I’ll ignore Jiménez’s warning to avoid Salamanca, mi pueblo adorado.

¡No te rajes Guanajuato!

[Thanks to Think Mexican for the heads up about Jiménez’s birthday.]