to answer the question about what form the censorship took, the gentle soul assumed a worsening expression of horror until i stopped. i thought she was going to be ill. she then said to me that she thought there could be no reason to ever sing a song about the murder of a child.

i tried to explain that it's more about the consequences, to no avail, the head kept shaking. i felt as though i was being called an advocate to child killing.

it does meet an uproarious response in the audience, they love it when the woman gets hung at the end.

and no, i'm no advocate for the death penalty either. i'm a singer of the stories set to tunes...songs.

she censored me...for the evening. there's no recovery from that sort of accusation.

i suggest the proper response may be sadness, not repression, sadness for the ugliness in this world. sometimes we humans are compelled to write songs out of pain, often as otherwise, at least as often.

*caiti*