I really don’t know what to make of this, but if you go to Rob Thomas’ Myspace, you can leave a message for him via phone, and it’ll post a voice mail to the page. I’ve listened to a few, and yes, they’re all perfectly sad examples of popular fandom. And then I laughed, and figured, “Hey, I better share this on my blog”. Go ahead. Call 1 (917)-338-0477 and leave ol’ Rob a nice message. Oh my God, I might even give him a call.
It’s weird that this sort of thing is even an idea. Stranger yet are the people that believe Thomas sits up at night and listens to these, or that he might even call someone back. Some of the messages are simple (“Hey I like your album”) and some are, not surprisingly, creepy (“I carved a cheese statue of your genitals and ate it”), but none are funny. Maybe I’ll remedy that later.
For now, it’s just another notch in the professional bedpost of shame for Mr. Thomas. I just realized… I hate this guy so much, I’m actually paying attention to him, like watching a squirrel in traffic. The human side of me doesn’t want the lil’ guy to get squashed, but horrible, rotten, chewed up internet version of me can’t wait for some terminal punctuation to his career.
