Where I come from, you do not wait for permission to sing when someone tries to shut you up. A chain of gigs and readings from New Orleans to New York is a fine way to tell the censors that they can take a run and jump. Still, a weekend of fire will not matter much if the same folk stay quiet when a school board bans a poem or a local council bullies a drag show off the street. The burn has to carry into the long dark nights when there are no cameras. Protest is a spark; the work after is the hearth. If the folk in charge feel a sting when they hear those songs, so much the better; they were not written to soothe the powerful to sleep.