Southern Arizona.

You just asked another one of those questions that psychiatrists are infamous for asking. The ones you don't have a ready answer for. The ones you are frightened of answering. And I pride myself on having the ready answer.

I can tell you this. If I started singing on that stretcher, even softly, it wouldn't be so quiet anymore.

I would start to cry and emotions are something I've learned to supress from years of living with an emotionally abusive father.

I'm scared to sing, petrified in fact. And I will not relish listening to music. Both stir up an emotional response (mainly crying).

Singing that song on the river certainly made me cry. And it wasn't the song. An Easter hymn would probably make me cry too. Listening to music has the same effect. Sooner or later, the pent-up emotions explode.