"Hey Bitch, you're not on the list" "Hey SCHNOOK you're NOT in the BOOK..."

Want to take bets on how often in the new Chris Frantz book the drummer mentions his GOOD FRIENDS the De Ventes? 

A better bet would be that this book aimed at a small, receding circle of gay and nerdy fans is NOT going to hit the best-seller list. 

Talking Heads was a one-hit wonder band, and the one hit was an obnoxious sick-o piece of mincing trendiness yelped by somebody who sounded like he got his vagina stuck to his knickers. 

PS, Chris is currently ALMOST as fat as Hans De Vente so he won't be waddling into too many flu-infested bookstores signing copies. 

Let's figure that Hanzie Hitler barely managed to get a few dozen morons to download his queasy collection of tinnitus-tinged shit-quality bootlegs and third-generation radio shows, so only a few dozen are likely to care about Chrissie, someone almost nobody in the world knows by name. 

"Oh...what...he's the drummer with a band that David Byrne doesn't even want to TALK about anymore?? He's the ass-face on the right in the photo, and who is on the left? Hans De Vente in drag?"