I have to commend Toby Litt because if I tried to write this book it would be called: I Tried to Play Drums in this Band Called The Wednesday Pancake and Bologna Sandwich but Then They Realized I Didn’t Know How to Play Drums and Kicked me Out of the Band. So Toby Litt gets a little head nod just for being able to play drums, but I’m really not sure how much of a compliment I should give him because when you get right down to it my girlfriend’s brother can play drums and my roommate has a drum set in storage and I know this other kid and he has like three drum sets and sometimes he brings one of them on the public bus and tells the bus driver to eat himself when they try and tell him he can’t have the drums on the bus. Okay, the last part about the drummer and the bus is made up, but the other two are true and seriously if I wanted to write a book called My Girlfriend’s Brother Plays Drums in a Band Called Yo La Tengo then I could. Even if my girlfriend’s brother is only in high school and probably has never heard of Yo La Tengo and would just be like, “Yo la tengo? You have it? What’s it? What do you have?” or maybe he wouldn’t say something like that because he’s failing Spanish right now because he feels like the whole standardized schooling isn’t that important when you got a pair of drums sticks and the skills to use them. So, I guess if my girlfriend’s brother doesn’t work out then the book would be called something like, My Roommate Has a Set of Drums in Storage but Never Plays Them Because He’s Too Busy Getting His Ph.D. in Economics and Doesn’t Even Have Time to Pick up His Dirty Socks Off the Couch or Clean Out the Ash Tray So Instead He Puts His Cigarette Butts in Our Potted Plant in the Living Room and Now the Plant is Dying.

Anyway Mr. Litt, I hope you continue to sell more records than this crummy book.

Note: Okay is not a real band.