My Mother, Apostate?

In a thread over at By Common Consent, I came across this castigation of the play Jesus Christ Superstar by the First Presidency:

We feel it is our responsibility to warn our people against the present-day wave of musical performances which are aimed at the destruction of sacred principles which form the very foundation upon which we stand. One of these is the rock opera, ‘Jesus Christ Superstar.’ We consider this musical a profane and sacrilegious attack upon true Christianity. It strips Jesus Christ of His divine attributes.

Its prevailing theme presents the falsehood that our Lord—and this is quoting from a statement of one of the characters—is “just a man just the same as anyone I know,” and picturing Him absolutely as consorting, as all other men, with women of questionable repute.

To the dismay of those who worship Him as the Savior of mankind, as the divine Son of God, He and His apostles are portrayed in earthly roles living below Christian standards. We encourage members of the Church and good men everywhere to oppose this kind of entertainment.

This is a little odd because my mother happens to have a copy of the score to said musical in the basement. Granted, it's there along with Saturday's Warrior and others from that genre of ultra-mormon 70s-era music, but it's there. I wonder if she just never heard about the statement. Then again, maybe she just ignored it...