What Rhymes with Hamilton?

I can't begin to tell you how much I miss making musicals. It's like someone cut a leg off.

The only way I can keep my sanity during the Great Pandemic is to write about musical theatre. If I can't direct musicals for awhile, at least I can still do research and lots of pondering. I spent last year creating some really fun musical theatre novelty books -- a horror anthology, a Christmas carol collection, a children's book (that's not just for kids), and a "civilian's guide." And it was only last year that I published my musical theatre quiz book.

But what really feeds my artsy soul is digging deep into amazing musicals and writing about them. Usually, that's half my directing job; these days, it's my next book, Hamilton and the New Revolution, out sometime in 2021, including chapters on Hamilton, Hadestown, The Scottsdboro Boys, Dear Evan Hansen, A Strange Loop, Come From Away, and other shows.

As is usually the case, my research and my analysis often blow my mind. It's such fun to see how my favorites shows are not just cool, but incredibly well built and structured, with so many amazingly artful choices. Since it'll be awhile before my next book comes out, I just had to share some of what I've found so far, just three chapters in...

So far, I think my biggest surprise has been the incredible complexity and variety of rhyme in Hamilton. What follows is part of my Hamilton chapter, as a sneak preview...

Most theatre lyrics aim to be “in the voice” of the character singing, to sound “natural” in terms of vocabulary, grammar, slang, etc. The writer and their craft is never supposed to be noticed consciously by the audience. But hip-hop is a show-off art form. The artist’s voice and their craft is supposed to be easy to hear; it’s the point. So the lyrics of Hamilton are a different kind of theatre writing, in a poetic language with different values and priorities. Though Miranda establishes individual rap flows for each character, the whole show is unmistakably in his playful, fanboy voice.

So why does it make sense to tell this story in the language of hip-hop? The first obvious response is why not? Hip-hop is an incredibly expressive art form, and it’s seen as an “outlaw” art form, which seems ideal for American Revolutionaries. Adam Bradley writes in his book The Book of Rhymes: The Poetics of Hip-Hop:
Rap is public art, and rappers are perhaps our greatest public poets, extending a tradition of lyricism that spans continents and stretches back thousands of years. Thanks to the engines of global commerce, rap is now the most widely disseminated poetry in the history of the world. Of course, not all rap is great poetry, but collectively it has revolutionized the way our culture relates to the spoken word. Rappers at their best make the familiar unfamiliar through rhythm, rhyme, and wordplay. They refresh the language by fashioning patterned and heightened variations of everyday speech. They expand our understanding of human experience by telling stories we might not otherwise hear. The best MCs – like Rakim, Jay Z, Tupac, and many others – deserve consideration alongside the giants of American poetry. . .

Hip-hop’s first generation fashioned an art form that draws not only from the legacy of Western verse, but from the folk idioms of the African diasporas; the musical legacy of jazz, blues, and funk; and the creative capacities conditioned by the often harsh realities of people’s everyday surroundings. . .

Rap gave voice to a group hardly heard before by America at large, certainly never heard in their own often profane, always assertive words.

That sounds like the perfect language to tell Hamilton’s story. It also sounds like Hamilton would have made a killer MC. And telling this story of dead white men, entirely in African American musical languages is just the kind of meta irony that this show swims in. Perhaps it was to be expected that this first megahit hip-hop musical would face those questions: why rap? the Founders didn’t rap! Of course, 1950s gangs in New York didn’t dance ballet, so why use that language in West Side Story? The court of Charlemagne never heard 1970s pop, and President Jackson didn’t know emo rock, so why use those languages in Pippin and Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson?

Rapper Common says, “Hip-hop has so much power. The government can’t stop it. The devil can’t stop it. It’s music, it’s art, it’s the voice of the people. And it’s being spoken all around the world and the world is appreciating it.” Because storytelling is about communicating to an audience, the best language for telling a story is one common to both storyteller and audience. Today, hip-hop is that language. Rap is the most streamed genre of music around the world. Harvard has a Hip-hop Archive and Research Institute. It’s time that musical theatre learns how to tell stories in that language.

It’s important to remember that rap is not just rhythmic speaking; it’s rhythmic speaking in counterpoint to a regular beat. It’s the interplay between the voice and the beat that makes rap interesting. The way an MC (i.e., a rapper) creates that rhythmic counterpoint is called their “flow.” Writer Jelani Cobb calls flow “an individual time signature, the rapper’s own idiosyncratic approach to the use of time.” David Caplan says in his book Rhyme’s Challenge: Hip-Hop, Poetry, and Contemporary Rhyming Culture:
Hip-hop artists dominate the contemporary art of rhyme; they remain most alert to the resources that the culture and the language provide. The effects they achieve are nothing short of astonishing, showing how thrilling rhyme can be, how sexy and appalling. For this reason, most of this book concentrates on their work – more specifically, the kinds of rhymes that hip-hop artists favor: doggerel, insult, and seduction.

Rap and jazz are special because they both “conform” by adhering to a strict beat, and at the same time, they “rebel” by improvising and exploring rhythm through the melody line. As the great composer Arnold Schoenberg said, “Composing is just slowed down improvisation.” There’s a sophistication and adventurousness in today’s rap, and in Hamilton, that is thrilling. As Bradley explains, some of the best known rappers:
have liberated their flows from the restrictions of rigid metrical patterns in favor of more expansive rhythmic vocabularies that include techniques like piling up stressed and unstressed syllables, playing against the beat, and altering normal pronunciations of words in favor of newly accented ones.

Perfect rhymes (cat and hat) at the end of lines, the kind you generally see in greeting cards and hear in Sondheim lyrics, aren’t the only kind of rhymes. The concept of rhyme is much larger than that. Even the most conventional definition of rhyme doesn’t require that the ends of words sound exactly the same. Rhyme is a correspondence between words that creates an expectation. Rhyme conditions the listeners ears to identify patterns, to connect words the mind instinctively recognizes as related yet distinct. So a good rhyme has to balance fulfilling expectations against surprise.

Critic Alfred Corn says, “The coincidence of sound in a pair of rhymes is a recommendation to the reader to consider the rhyming words in tandem, to see what meaning emerges from their juxtaposition.” Hip-hop uses many kinds of rhyme, many of the tools and devices of the English language, in new and sophisticated ways.  Hamilton uses all these devices. This score is like an encyclopedia of hip-hop poetics, while at the same time, telling a complex story really clearly.

The most common rhymes in rap songs are at the ends of lines, usually rhymed in paired couplets. But rappers also use so many other tools, like chain rhymes, multiples of the same rhyme, all in a row. One famous example is the end of “On the Steps of the Palace” in Sondheim’s Into the Woods score. There are also examples in Hamilton:
Burr, check what we got.
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot,
I think your pants look hot,
Laurens, I like you a lot.
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot,
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not,
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Also, notice all the interior rhymes in that quote, rhymes within a line, like odds and gods. Here's another example of interior rhymes:
Then I said, “well, I should head back home,”
She turned red, she led me to her bed,
Let her legs spread and said

Also, head rhymes, another name for alliteration:
Look around, look around at how
Lucky we are to be alive right now!

slant or imperfect rhymes:
A colony that runs independently.
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly.
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly,
Ten King George turns around, runs a spending spree.
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free,
So there will be a revolution in this century.
Enter me!
(He says in parentheses.)
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me.
I will lay down my life if it sets us free.
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

multisyllabic rhymes:
Thomas Jefferson, always hesitant with the President,
Reticent – there isn’t a plan he doesn’t jettison.
Madison, you’re mad as a hatter, son, take your medicine.

apocopated rhymes, one word rhyming with a just part of another:
…for someone less astute,
he woulda been dead or destitute
without a cent of restitution…

mosaic rhymes, a multisyllabic word rhyming with several shorter words:
Burr, your grievance is legitimate.
I stand by what I said, every bit of it.

consonance, a kind of alliteration inside words (also used, to great comic effect, in the song “Gary, Indiana” in The Music Man):
It says the President’s assembling a cabinet
And that I am to be the Secretary of State, great!
And that I’m already Senate-approved...

assonance, the repetition of vowel sounds, regardless of the consonants:
Hey yo, I’m just like my country,
I’m young, scrappy and hungry,

transformative rhymes that conspicuously alter the pronunciation of a word to make the rhyme (found all through Gilbert & Sullivan’s comic operas):
I dream of life without a monarchy.
The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy?
‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy’?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky.

all of those, along with many other devices and tools that have been around for centuries.

One of the hallmarks of hip-hop is wordplay, again so fitting for the story of a master wordsmith like Hamilton. It’s true that wordplay is present in some pop songs, in some theatre songs, but it is in the DNA of rap. There are a million ways to play with words, and rap artists are finding new ways every day. Some of the common elements include simile:
Dark as a tomb where it happens.

metaphor:
Corruption’s such an old song that we can sing along in harmony

puns, playing on different senses of the same word or similar senses of different words:
If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?

homonyms and homophones, words that sound the same:
Washington hires Hamilton right on sight,
But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write.

eponyms, using a famous name in place of a verb or adjective:
It’s the feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light,
It’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite!

antanaclasis, the repetition of a single word with different meanings:
And no, don’t change the subject
Cuz you’re my favorite subject.
My sweet, submissive subject,
My loyal, royal subject

anaphora, the repetition of the same word at the start of several lines:
by being a lot smarter,
by being a self-starter,
by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.

epistrophe, the same kind of repetition, but at the end of lines:
Let this moment be the first chapter:
where you decide to stay
and I could be enough
and we could be enough
that would be enough.

apanados, the repetition of a phrase that reverses two subjects or words, and chiasmus, the same repetition and reversal, except of phrases, not just single words:
Are we a nation of states?
What’s the state of our nation?

Are you as gobsmacked as I was to discover all those devices in the Hamilton score? It's so exciting to see that not only is the show brilliant, powerful, emotional, thrilling, but it's also technically astonishing.

My life's not gonna be normal for many months yet, but as long as I'm writing about musicals, things do seem next to normal. And for now, I'll take it.

We New Liners would love to go back into rehearsal in August for an October show, but that looks iffy right now. We're pretty confident we can go back into rehearsal in January 2022, for a March 2022 production, which will be the return of New Line's Head Over Heels, the show we were running when the world fell apart. Meanwhile, I'll continue work on my Scottsboro Boys chapter. 

Keep your fingers crossed, stay safe, and wear a mask!

Long Live the Musical!
Scott

This Very Minute Has History In It

So often I realize how powerfully theatre songs relate to real events. Did you notice that the amazing young poet Amanda Gorman quoted Hamilton in her inaugural poem?

So often we'll work on a show that debuted years ago, even decades ago, and discover its surprisingly strong connection to current events.

So often I've written press releases for shows, that start, "Even more relevant now than when it first debuted..."

Maybe that's because the greatest works of art are genuinely timeless and universal.

We've produced Hair three times (2000, 2001, 2008), and each time we all recognize sadly that we've never really solved the problems we were grappling with in the 1960s. And maybe that's why "Let the Sun Shine In" was so incredibly powerful for the audience and for us. That idea of begging the sun to shine in on us is so primal, and this plea necessarily implies we're asking from a place of deep darkness. 

Literally every night of all three runs, most of the audience and most of the cast would be sobbing through the final choruses of "Let the Sun Shine In." I mean, sobbing. It cut right through the protective layer of cynicism most of us cultivate, right through to the heart. There's such profound Truth in those few, simple words.

Today I came across this amazing video of Broadway actors singing "Seasons of Love" and "Let the Sun Shine In," in honor of the Inauguration. 



As the medley came to an end, I remembered again how powerful "Let the Sun Shine In" can be in context. And I remembered what I wrote about the finale in my book Let the Sun Shine In: The Genius of Hair:
“Let the Sun Shine In” is not the happy song some people think it is. It’s a call to action. The tribe is begging us, the audience, to change things, to stop the killing, the hatred, the discrimination, the destruction of our world. They are saying that we are in a time of darkness (as described in detail by “The Flesh Failures,” “Easy to Be Hard,” and other songs), that it is now time to let the sun shine in and change things. It’s significant that the lyric doesn't say that the sun is already shining and everything is going to be fine. It says we have to take action, we have to let the sun shine on the darkness around us, and the implication is unmistakable – if we don’t let the sun shine, it will be the end of us.

Wow. Talk about relevance!

(And BTW, the correct title is "Let the Sun Shine In," with an active verb; not "Let the Sunshine In," which is entirely passive. It's a call to action. And yet I will admit, the title gets printed both ways all over the place. But I did have a conversation about this once with Hair co-creator Jim Rado, and he agreed that my take on it was what they originally intended.)

Even beyond the terrible economic distress our many current crises have caused artists, there was a crisis that hit some of us particularly hard -- the desecration of Storytelling and the assault on The Truth. Those are fundamental to life. Humans have been telling stories since the beginning of language; and not because we like them, but because we need them. Stories are how we communicate almost everything. (Think about it.) And stories are worthless unless they reveal to us Truth.

Both of the songs in this video medley are telling us essentially the same Truth: Each one of us is responsible for putting light into the world; it's a collective act. We all have to implore the sun -- light, life, energy -- to shine into the deep darkness that we're climbing out of. To quote another song, this time from Next to Normal:

We need some light.
First of all, we need some light.
You can't sit here in the dark.
And all alone, it's a sorry sight.
It's just you and me.
We'll live, you'll see.

Night after night,
We'd sit and wait for the morning light.
But we've waited far too long,
For all that's wrong to be made right.

Day after day,
Wishing all our cares away.
Trying to fight the things we feel,
But some hurts never heal.
Some ghosts are never gone,
But we go on,
We still go on.

We will go on. To quote President Biden, "Democracy has prevailed."

It's looking more and more likely that New Line won't be back onstage till 2022, but whatever insanities the future holds, we still go on. We have to. We don't have a choice. We're the storytellers. Humans need stories.

Because I'm an unapologetic (or is it apoplectic?) musical theatre fanboy, and at the risk of being labeled a cockeyed optimist, I can't end this without two more show tune quotes, both from Jerry Herman, from Mame and La Cage aux Folles.
Light the candles, Get the ice out
Roll the rug up, It's today!
Though it may not be anyone's birthday,
And though it's far from the first of the year,
I know that this very minute has history in it --
We're here!

The best of times is now.
What's left of Summer but a faded rose?
The best of times is now.
As for tomorrow, well, who knows?
So hold this moment fast,
And live and love as hard as you know how.
And make this moment last
Because the best of times is now, is now, is now.
Now, not some forgotten yesterday.
Now, tomorrow is too far away.
So hold this moment fast,
And live and love as hard as you know how.
And make this moment last, 
Because the best of times is now, is now, is now.

It's been a hell of a rough ride, but oh, what a beautiful morning!

Long Live the Musical!
Scott