Barack Obama's election changed history. And as we can clearly see, it also ended racism forever! But 44 - The unOFFICIAL, unSANCTIONED OBAMA MUSICAL is the story of Obama you won't read about in history books...because history books are now banned in most states. But also because 44 is the story of Obama as Joe Biden kinda sorta remembers it...
44 is a melting pot of music that delivers everything you'd come to expect from a Musical about the Obama Era - Sarah Palin scream-singing "Drill Me Baby" like Ozzy Osbourne, President Obama crooning "How Black Is Too Black?" over a smooth Motown groove, and of course,“Filibusters,” a hardcore hip-hop jam where Mitch McConnell and Ted Cruz rap “Green Eggs and Ham” in its entirety. The political world is buzzing about “44!” Barack Obama exclaims, "Of all the musicals about my Presidency, this is one of them." Alex Jones raves, "The Radical Left Deep State White Woke-er Globalist Cabal has done it again!" And Bill Clinton moans, "I came. I saw. I came.”
In 2016, when a certain Reality TV star was vying for the Presidency - I am of course talking about "Dancing with the Stars" contestant, Rick Perry - I thought back to my time working on the Obama 08 campaign in Las Vegas. I knocked on thousands of doors, registered hundreds of voters, and was invited inside the home of an undecided voter to partake in an afternoon orgy (I politely declined, but did convince the entire orgy to vote for Obama). But most of all, I was inspired - inspired to do more, to do better, to believe in something...Then eight short years later, wondering how everything had so quickly gone down the toilet, I reached inside the bowl and found inspiration again. If any buffoon with zero qualifications can become President, then why couldn't I, also a buffoon with zero qualifications, write my first Musical? Sure, I was a 34-year-old who hadn't written a song since high-school, and who didn't know how to play an instrument, and who couldn't read a line of music... but why shouldn't I hope for a change? So, I figured, f**k it. Four years and fifty songs later, I had my first full draft of “44."