I propose that Freepers buy a ticket to the next Belafonte show in town and either:
a: Yell loudly "Sing the banana song! Sing the banana song! Sing it! Sing the Banana Song! We want bananas .. we want bananas ... cmon everybody ... we want bananas" from the time he hits the stage till the time you are escorted out of the venue by security ... approximately 2 minutes here (Minnesotans are conflict avoiders) which translates to 28 seconds in Philly ... and then savor a well earned reward at the nearest cocktail lounge.
or:
b: Yell out requests all night for Barry White, Lou Rawls, Charley Pride and tunes from other unrelated Black artists who have obvious vocal ranges impossible for Belafonte to tackle: "The Witch Doctor Song!" "Freddie's Dead!" "The Twist" "ABC" "Lean on Me!" "Behind Closed Doors!" "Natural Man" "Keep on Using Me, like I used Sherri up!" "My Ding-a-Ling!" "Can't Get Enough of Your Love Baby" "Sugar Walls" "Kung Fu Fighting!" "Achy Breaky Heart!"
Yeah, that'll take 15 minutes or so to get bounced. Then find the well-earned cocktail lounge ... you know the program.
The vehicles of humiliation for that talentless creep are infinite ... and more!