It’s been an interesting 24 hours, I discovered that I can do a mean Martin Luther King, maybe I should rephrase that, I do not and have never considered Martin Luther King to be a mean man, in fact he did seem quite generous with his time and his passion, and when I say passion I don’t intend to imply that he was involved with any women but his wife, oh, yeah, maybe I should start again…
Last night, I, the pasty white Irishman, possibly the whitest man in the world, so white that when I show people my tan they think that I look normal colour – in fact they have even been known to mock my tan, that is until I roll up my sleeve and blind them with my glaring whiteness! But that doesn’t shut them up, they usually start screaming “My eyes, my eyes!”. The effect is usually temporary, after night in hospital and several days in a dark room they generally regain 95% of their sight…
Where was I going with this?
Ah yes, last night, I, in all my apparent whiteness gave my interpretation of what is considered one of the best American speeches ever given. It was interesting, not my typical speech. I normally give nice quiet speeches which are educational, possibly interesting or even mildy amusing, all given in soft playful tones which is why I thought it would be a bit of challenge doing a speech that was given to 250,000 civil rights marchers – it’s just not me!
The idea was that I would give an interpretive reading of a great speech, it meant that instead of spending time working on constructing a speech, all I had to do was work out the best way to deliver a pre-written speech…
Easy! Or so you would think…
There is some work involved, first you need to choose a speech and I had a few in mind, nice quiet speeches that were ideal for me but then last week I was browsing the internet and I came across “I have a dream” and I was instantly captivated by it. It is an exercise in speechcraft, without even hearing the speech (and for some reason I have never heard the speech), I could see the beauty and impressiveness of the speech, the use of repetition, the use of familiar phrases and quotes and the use of powerful emotional language makes it a fabulous work of art.
I threw away the other possibilities and decided that this was the one.
It was a crazy decision, how could I, a novice public speaker do justice to such a great man’s word? It was probably the most difficult speech that I’ve done, it took me so far out of my comfort zone that I’m not sure if I’ll find my way back!
When he or his team were writing the speech I’m convinced that if they noticed they were using a word shorter than three syllables then out came the thesaurus and they found a larger, harder to pronouce word to use instead, it was hell! My nemesis was the word “unalienable”, I just couldn’t say it, my tongue would swell up and be uncoordinated and it ended up being “unblehblahable”, I discovered that the only way I could say it was to say it really really slowly syllable by syllable and then of course afterwards people came up and told me how much they liked the way I said “unalienable”!
The other challenge was bringing the power and volume to my voice, that was difficult, I felt really self-conscious, roaring out his message, even at home – I was worried I would disturb the neighbours so instead I was delivering the speech slightly louder, it wasn’t too convincing but somehow I felt that I’d be able to be loud on the night and strangely I was, it was fascinating to hear myself do it, to see that I could do it, it was intense.