THE TIMES THEY ARE
O THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING*
Mark Rothkowitz refused to hang his ART in the
temple of lunching & munching Instead they grace
a church in a suburb of Huston So I ask you what is
the magical number of loons for which I would write
a jingle? Or sell my soul to the Devil so I could play guitar?
*Bob Zimmerman plugs BMO