Thomas: “Room 17” was a great song. Maybe the best I’ve ever heard. It made me super horny. I loved it. But something was missing. So I changed the lyrics, the melody, and everything else about it. When I sat down to re-write my intention was not only to write a song that makes the listener want to bone another human being, but to write a song that could [here, Thomas closes his eyes] kill God.
Marisol Maldonado (wife of Rob Thomas): For as long as I’ve known Rob, he’s been torn between two passions. One is writing songs that you can kind of sing-along to on the radio; songs that made you feel neither good nor bad. The other is devising a way to capture and kill God. There’s nothing he fears more than the Great Cloud Troll, as he calls Him. It’s silly, but that’s just Rob! Rob is also very afraid of commitment and certain loud noises after 9 P.M.
NEWTON, MA—Matthew Denny, a 17-year-old suburban Caucasian, is recuperating following a harrowing near-def experience Monday at Newton's NorthTowne Mall. "He came out of Bradlee's wearing a Starter jacket and Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt, and suddenly he fell down and went into convulsions," witness Irene Wheeler said. "Writhing on the floor in those baggy pants, he looked like he was on the verge of def." Denny was rushed to a local hospital, where doctors administered emergency doses of Matchbox 20's Yourself Or Someone Like You.
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