Lewy Body Dementia: The Musical

I've got a bone to pick with Lin-Manuel Miranda.  Don't get me wrong: I love Hamilton as much as the next guy.  Maybe even more than the next guy.  But it's 3:00 AM and Gary thinks the light is scurrying around the ceiling like a "self-propelled vacuum" and there are 30 people camping in our backyard.  He's not so much worried about the campers but he is quite concerned about the 30 campfires.  I don't think I'll be getting any more sleep tonight so I've got a bone to pick with Lin-Manuel Miranda.

One of the Hamilton reviews said the song "Helpless" "measures up to the most irresistible pop songs about love at first sight in the way it captures the sheer giddiness and joy of a romantic thunderbolt."  Irresistible and giddy and joyful.  That's what being helpless sounds like to Lin-Manuel Miranda.  Irresistible and giddy.  And joyful.  For me, being helpless sounds a little different.  For me, it sounds like Gary falling out of bed with a thud.  It sounds like him screaming at people that aren't really there.  It sounds like him wailing and weeping from the relentless torment his mind has unleashed.  I would orchestrate it differently, too.  I think I'd replace the traditional instruments with a siren.  One loud enough and close enough and constant enough to keep everyone unsettled, always on edge, to make it absolutely impossible to relax.  A persistent, unyielding cacophony would be the perfect underscore for our lives.

Probably a lot of people wouldn't buy that CD, though, so I guess I understand why Lin-Manuel went in a different direction.

I guess life isn't all showtunes.

That's one of the things I hate about life.