Creed Reunites; World Weeps
Once upon a time there was this band. They were, in a word, bad. They were a bad band. Unoriginal, so cheesy their CDs should have come with macaroni, "Christian" except when it didn't serve their "image" anymore (read: when they got a bigger contract,) and just...MAN they were bad. But my quarrel was not with the band members, nay! My problem was with their ego-inflated douchebag of a lead singer, one of the most infernally smug and self-indulgent people I have ever had the distinct displeasure of not only hearing on the radio, but in interview after interview, wherein he would ramble incoherently because, and I'm no doctor, but I suspect the douchiness had infiltrated his central nervous system.
The douche I speak of is Scott Stapp, and the band is Creed. They're back.
And the earth died screaming.
Okay, maybe I'm a LITTLE overdramatic, but please, people. Did anyone, anywhere, at any time ever think "Man, I could really go for a little 'With Arms Wide Open' right now." NO. Because Creed was supposed to die after Stapp started getting the living snot beat out of him in bars for, well, being Scott Stapp. Strangers would nail this guy's ass to the WALL for no reason but that he was a colossal d-bag. The other band members had enough with all his crap, and they disbanded five years ago. Did you know that? Probably not, because no one has cared about Creed for at least 10 years, and even if they DID know that the band was no more, they probably had a block party, invited all their friends and played some Beastie Boys or The Cure, or someone used a handsaw and a violin bow to make music, any music, other than Creed.
Now Stapp is insisting that they were just on a BREAK, no REALLY, all the other guys were just too busy and didn't return his phone calls and said they'd see him over summer vacation and they never showed up and maybe they MOVED, and whatever. Now? Stapp must have gotten them hooked on black tar heroin and is feeding their vicious hunger for chasing the dragon, because that is the only way I can imagine anyone would willingly deal with an infernally assholish bottomfeeder like Scott fucking Stapp.
Sayeth the ass in question:
"It's amazing how life can change and bring you full circle. It's rare in life to get a second chance to make a first impression and we embrace the opportunity."
And the title of the first single? "Full Circle." The name of the album? Probably, according to Scotty, "Full Circle." And I cannot see where a band that makes Nickelback sound like the Rolling Stones would complete their "full circle" except in the bottom of the discount bin at Walmart. Which is where, if there is a god, any future endeavors from Creed will end up.
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Say it ain't so!!!
Posted by: Mocha Dad | April 29, 2009 at 11:08 AM
Here in Florida, we took particular glee in the Scott Got Punk'd story:
http://tomluv.livejournal.com/13923.html
Posted by: Leslie | April 29, 2009 at 11:08 AM
"And the earth died screaming." bwahhahahahaha! i may have to steal that from you and use it in a conversation today.
Posted by: AzRN | April 29, 2009 at 12:39 PM
Absolute proof that there is no God.
Posted by: Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah | April 29, 2009 at 02:04 PM
Didn't they sell the most records of anyone in the 90s? I like Stapp's soulful moodiness.
Posted by: BHJ | April 29, 2009 at 02:20 PM
Question...
Didn't he make a sex tape with another douche-bag, uber-douche Fred Durst?
Posted by: LovelyLayla | April 29, 2009 at 02:23 PM
This? Is more of a sign of the apocolypse than anything. Sorry Brittney's tampon string.
Posted by: GhtoPrincess | April 29, 2009 at 06:03 PM
Don't forget he also beat his wife.
Posted by: jodifur | April 29, 2009 at 07:15 PM
Oh, and that 311 KICKED HIS ASS (which normally I do not advocate).
And where did this blessed event happen?
BALTIMORE, BITCHES!
Posted by: BaltimoreGal | April 30, 2009 at 10:01 AM
Okay, so I avoided reading this in the hopes that if I didn't read it, it wouldn't be true. But now, so I hear without my consent, it is true. And I'm scared.
But here's the question, if Creed is back, Nickelback has to break up, right? I can't take both of them. And this? Is why I stopped listening to the radio.
Posted by: shine | April 30, 2009 at 05:24 PM
Don't throw up, but I think I have a Stapp infection.
Thanks for posting this! With so much bad news being posted it's good to see some positivity!!!! Everyone wants to hate. yeah, I'd like to see them go triple DIAMOND, sell 35 millions records, right? exactly.
This is the BEST news I’ve ever heard…in my entire life. The one band that actually improved people’s lives by giving them a second Christ to look up to and give true hope that life can be worth living! Scott Stapp will be remembered as the songwriter of our generation, not to mention easily the best SHOW of our Millenia! Even his National Anthem soars skyscraper-height over Aretha’s inaugural rendition! I love Aretha, who doesn’t, but Scott dominates... and we should bestow upon him the honor and rock-god glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
Officially,
Wicked Celtics
Posted by: Wicked Celtics | April 30, 2009 at 06:14 PM
WOW. W.T.F. MAKES YOU BETTER? DID YOUR LITTLE RANT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER? AND THEY SOLD SOMEWHERE AROUND 35-40 MILLION CDS? ONE OF WHICH (HUMAN CLAY) SOLD OVER 11 MILLION. SORRY A.S.S.HOLE 35-40 MILLION CAN'T BE WRONG. YOU HAVE A PRSONAL PROBLEM WITH STAPP? THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM. THE BAND AS WHOLE IS GREAT. NICE TRY - TRY AGAIN.
THANKS IN ADVANCE.
LOGS/FASKINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: LOGS/FASKINGS | May 03, 2009 at 11:59 AM