If you could have dinner with anyone -- well, he’s probably either dead or imaginary. (We get that. We dined with a real, live person yesterday.) Some of our most popular dead people are presidents, and not just folding green ones. Abraham Lincoln is timeless, and nobody can shut up about the Founding Fathers for five founding minutes.
Into this climate of Chief-hailing nostalgia comes Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, a rock musical about the so-sexy seventh POTUS. A nightmare for anyone British or Native American, Jackson’s the reason we have Florida and the Democratic Party. The tall, skinny ginger knew how to throw a real rager and had enough skeletons in his tiny 18th-century closets that nobody had to make up rumors.
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The hotly anticipated BBAJ is directed by Ron May, who’s made his bones inserting killer production numbers into plays that aren’t even musicals. Feel the noise at 7:30 p.m. Friday, June 7, at Phoenix Theatre, 100 East McDowell Road. Performances continue through Sunday, June 23. Tickets start at $25 at www.tickets.phoenixtheatre.com or 602-254-2151.
Thursdays-Saturdays, 7:30 p.m.; Saturdays, Sundays, 2 p.m. Starts: June 6. Continues through June 23, 2013