It’s been more than a decade since I last saw my dad, but that doesn’t mean the music and the world of Broadway musical Hamilton haven’t changed my life.
It was only when I was a child, on the set of “The King and I,” that I first began to appreciate how much I had in common with my dad.
The show has brought back memories of my parents and the challenges they faced.
I can remember my first Broadway show, “The Phantom of the Opera,” when we were playing the first two acts, a musical that was directed by my father, and the second act, which was directed and choreographed by my mom, who had the part of Queen Charlotte.
Our dad, Michael, had his own musical experience as a child.
He had an orchestra in the theater, and he played the bass in the music department of our school.
He also played the piano in the house.
Michael was my hero.
My father was also a professional actor, and I have fond memories of playing in a Broadway production of “Dancing on the Edge of Town” as an 11-year-old, when my father and his partner, Leslie, were performing as the cast of a show called “Sleeping Beauty.”
When we were kids, my dad and my mom were the only parents on the show, and they always wore matching red gowns, as though to represent their union.
They were the most important people in our lives.
But that was the show.
When I was 10 years old, I moved to New York City, and my dad started teaching me to sing in a new band.
He taught me to read the lyrics, and to play the guitar.
He was always the one who taught me how to make music.
When I went to a Broadway show at the age of 14, my mother said, “Don’t you want to be a part of this?”
And I was, and still am.
Even though I can’t remember any of the lyrics of the song “A Hard Day’s Night,” I remember the feel of my dad singing it.
It was so real.
It wasn’t like he was trying to say something.
He just said, I want to make you happy.
He said, When you’re happy, I’m happy.
And that’s it.
And you’re doing it.
That’s how I remember all the music.
And even though I’ve moved on from Broadway and into the world and into different things, my father’s music has always stayed with me.
Every time I see him in the audience, I can feel that warmth in his voice.
It’s something that he’s always had.
It makes me feel that he’ll be with me forever.
And I can still hear his music in the show he wrote and directed.
I’ve never been able to do that with my own father, because he died.
I never got to hear him perform.
But he had a voice, and his music, and even though it’s not always perfect, it always had that quality that I wanted to hear.
He had that magic about it, even though he was a musician.