on east 42nd street, run by a fellow named milt gabler who had his own little, tiny record label and put out a few things, a guy whose politics were congenial to her and to the people at cafe society-- billy crystal's uncle, incidentally. billy crystal's father worked in this record store. and he was the one that actually put it out, and having put the record out, of course, the next issue was getting it played on the radio. and most radio stations wouldn't touch it, and this lasted for many, many years. i mean, for a long time, you could not hear this song on the radio. there's a story in my book about wnew debating at great length over whether or not to let billie holiday perform strange fruit. in this era, records weren't played so much as there were live performances on the radio, and they went back and forth about whether or not to let her sing the song and ultimately decided to let her sing it in the middle of the night when presumably nobody would be listening. and as you point...