I, Savage-Gentleman, dedicate this blog to my thoughts and feelings. Hoping that in sharing these i can help my followers.
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On Saturday, I was walking on the sky-bridge over the park, on my way to see people at the food court. I noticed that there was a bit of a commotion going on in the park- a man in a blue shirt with a mini-loudspeaker was surrounded by some obviously disgruntled congoers. Police were on the scene to the side. I asked a fellow observer who the man was, and he responded that he didn’t know, but that the man had gotten himself thrown in jail the previous year for disturbing the peace. I, naturally very curious, go down to see what the big deal is.
Turns out the man is from none other than the infamous Westboro Baptist Church. He was on the corner by the con telling all us how we were going to go to hell. I observe the situation, talk to some of the others around me, and have a realization. ‘Our voices are louder than his’, I say to Justin, a man I just met.
So I start to sing the Pokemon theme song.
Others join in- about ten. Then twenty. Then we go to Bohemian Rhapsody and it’s thirty. Be A Man (from Mulan) and he only has an audience of a handful. Seven songs into the set, I look over to him. He’s sitting on a box of bibles, looking slightly pissed, with no one to preach his hate to. No one was interested, and we were singing too loudly. I look over again about five songs later- he’s gone.
And THAT, my friends, is the story of how I diffused a potential scene with the power of song.