In 2004, Freestyle Love Supreme, an experiment in improv, hip-hop and spontaneity featuring Lin-Manual Miranda, Thomas Kail and Anthony Veneziale, burst onto the scene. Inviting artists and audiences to spend a couple of hours in of-the-moment connection set to beatbox rhythms, FLS helped to cement Miranda and Kail’s theatrical trajectory, eventually leading to the creation and direction of Hamilton, the smash hit musical about the “founding fathers” circa the late 1700s.
Now it’s Veneziale’s turn (as a co-producer) to bring a cohort of founders to the hip-hop musical stage with Co-Founders, an American Conservatory Theater production in which contemporary West Oakland and Silicon Valley mix it up.
Spoofing Bay Area tech incubator Y Combinator, Co-Founders’ Xcelerator promises to turn “losers” (like Nikola Tesla) into the “1%” of innovators and entrepreneurs. With her family home on the line, and a self-developed interactive AI avatar based on her deceased father, Oakland-born hacker Esata (Aneesa Folds) bets on herself and applies to their 10-week startup program for aspiring unicorns.

By a quirk of chance and Uber Pool algorithms, she shares a ride with another applicant Conway (Roe Hartrampf) whose virtual vacation device AVreality lacks actual tech, but whose founder demonstrates the requisite amount of white-guy confidence to give it a chance to push through. Given their complementary strengths and weaknesses, the two soon find themselves agreeing to work together as co-founders rather than as solopreneuers, melding her Dadvatar into the AVreality world as a prototype guide for virtual reality tours of Paris, Mykonos and Oakland.
What follows is a somewhat predictable series of events culminating in our protagonists eventually learning to accept themselves for who they are while developing kinder, more ethical versions of their hi-tech dreams. But not before we’re treated to a variety of scenarios written to send-up startup culture in diabolical and delicious ways: a company called “Buttbit” (“like fitbit for your butt”), rounds of rooftop shots and preposterous PowerPoints.