If anyone can speak to the truth of the old saying "you don't miss what you had until it's gone," it's Mark Tremonti, guitarist of Creed.
After three Creed albums that achieved amazing commercial success, in 2003 Tremonti went through a bitter split with singer Scott Stapp. With bandmates Brian Marshall (bass) and Scott Phillips (drums), Tremonti then recorded three reasonably successful albums as Alter Bridge.
But it was still a far cry from the kind of popularity Creed had enjoyed.
After Creed's first blast of major success, Stapp saw his life spin out of control (nodules in his vocal chords, anxiety, alcohol) and reached a low point in 2003, when he contemplated committing suicide.
To begin with, even at its height of popularity, the group had never been a favorite of critics, who took the band to task for being derivative, overblown, and contrived. But after Creed's split Stapp went to rehab and turned his life around. He released a 2006 solo CD, The Great Divide (which went platinum and peaked at No. 20 on Billboard's Top 200 chart), and in 2009 reunited with Creed and released Full Circle. It sold 500,000 copies, a good figure for any band not named Creed.
"We realized how lucky we were to have such a successful band," Tremonti said. "We decided to get past our differences and go out there and enjoy what we had."
Today, the healing process continues, but the new music won't arrive until next year at the earliest.
"At this point, we've got about four songs that are ready to go," Tremonti said. "We're not putting a timeline on when it should come out, so we're just kind of taking our time with the new record. You can't rush things. So we're trying to make sure that, when it comes out, it's the right album."
Tonight, Speaking Rock is at it again with Creed, Adelitas Way and Eve To Adam!
The Socorro Entertainment Center is the place, doors open at 6, it’s 18 and up and it’s FREE!
Yep; Creed, Adelitas Way and Eve To Adam all play tonight for nothing. (Well; they don’t play for nothing but Speaking Rock is picking up the tab so you get to see them for nothing!)
The Socorro Entertainment Center is located at 11200 Santos Sanchez. Just follow Socorro Road and you’ll find the venue about 5 miles or so east of Speaking Rock Casino!
On top of everything else that happens on a show day for a band; I just fiound out that Scott Stapp is spending part of his day visiting a local childrens hospital! How cool is that? He’s also written a book about his abusive childhood, his drug issues, depression and how he pulled himself together. Click the link to learn more about ”Sinners Creed“.
Rock band Creed might have been dead for five years, but not in the eyes of its lead singer.
“I look at Creed as a synonym for myself, so I feel like as long as I’m around, it doesn’t go away, you know what I mean?” singer Scott Stapp said.
The band had a contentious breakup in 2004 but reunited in 2009 to record “Full Circle” and hit the road again.
Now, as they work on another album, the band is touring again, including a stop Tuesday at Azteca Music Hall, 500 N. Farm-to-Market Road 1912, east of Amarillo.
“Even when technically we weren’t making music together, it still lived on with me,” Stapp said. “It was still my baby. ... Creed never went away; we just didn’t perform, from my perspective.
“Now, we are continuing to make music and continuing to move forward and continuing to share this rock ’n’ roll story.”
It’s all about the story for Stapp, who has recently written a memoir that’s due in stores in October, and talks in the self-help language of someone who’s been thinking about himself, his strengths and his flaws for some time.
“I think that in writing ‘Sinner’s Creed,’ I found that I needed to soberly and honestly reflect on my life and my past and my experience and my journey, and separate the truth from the fiction and the misunderstandings and just accept the realities of my life,” Stapp said.
Stapp had plenty of material to work with for the memoir. Since Creed’s breakthrough album “My Own Prison” sold more than 6 million copies after its 1997 release, the band won a Grammy Award for “With Arms Wide Open” and released two multiplatinum follow-ups.
Meanwhile, Stapp was going through hell in his personal life, battling addiction and even contemplating suicide in 2003. After the band split in 2004, Stapp remarried and was arrested for domestic abuse in 2007, though the charges were dropped after he made a public apology to his wife.
But since getting sober, reuniting with his former bandmates and writing his memoir, Stapp said he has learned how to escape those demons.
“I came to understand what I could control, what I couldn’t control, my regrets and what I shouldn’t regret,” Stapp said. “That was the core process. It was a major turning point in my life.
“I think for years, I looked at my life — and I never really understood this concept — but instead of shedding things, I was filling up a backpack with rocks, and every year, it was getting bigger.
“I learned to let go of things in my life that were making my life more difficult for me,” he said. “It was a shedding process. It started with changes in my life around me and what I would and would not do, but then it got ... into the being of who you are.
“I want to share these experiences and take that one foot out of the past and that one foot out of the future and start living in the now.”
The result: “It’s freedom, man. It’s freedom.”
“There’s nothing in my life that’s unresolved,” he said. “Let me take that back: If there is anything unresolved, it’s not unresolved on my end. ... I can’t worry if others don’t.
Sort of funny article. In the end you just cannot argue with the stats Creed has. As for audience numbers, the show last night in El paso was packed and so were the Calif shows they just did. I heard el paso had 8 to 10 thousand. And this was the album anniversay tour it was never booked to be large shows. I guess people dont know that.
Must We Hate Creed?
August 8th, 2012
By Byard Duncan
(A Conveniently Bullet-pointed Argument Against Musical Malaise in 2012)
I. First, some things about the wildly successful late-90s alternative rock band Creed that we all like to mock:
1. The members’ stubborn – and now, in 2012, archaic – affinity for leather pants.
2. Scott Stapp in general.
3. The uncomplicated structure and sort of dentist’s office-y sonic aesthetic of many of their songs. Since the band formed in 1995, rock critics have basically created a buzzing little micro-economy out of panning their every effort. Rhetorical highlights are wide-ranging (and sometimes very funny and eloquent) and include the following:
a)“God-fearing grunge babies“ (Wind-Up, 1999)
b) Purveyors of “head-over-heels spiritless sanctimony” and “testosterone rock.” (Slant, 2001)
c) “A cancer on the most beautiful thing God ever gave us in the 20th century: rock ‘n’ roll.” (Philadelphia Weekly, 2002).
d)“Proselytizers” who deliver “blandly messianic lyrics” (Spin, 2009).
II. Some things about the ludicrously successful late-90s alternative rock band Creed that we don’t like to admit to ourselves:
1. Creed beat out Metallica, Jay-Z and Johnny Cash for total album sales between the years 2000 and 2010. They did this despite having been broken up for half of the decade, and despite only having released albums in 2001 and 2009. They are the ninth best-selling band of this time period, and the third best-selling rock band (behind The Beatles and, shockingly, obscenely, Linkin Park).
2. Their 1999 album, Human Clay, sold so many copies that it went Platinum 10 times, then on to something called “Diamond,” which apparently happens when an artist’s album’s sales exceed 10 million. I’m willing to bet my own (digital) copy of Human Clay that most people don’t know that an album can “go Diamond” (I sure as shit didn’t; in fact, I maintain that “going Diamond” sounds more like an erection euphemism than any sort of official certification).
3. Also, despite being broken up between 2004 and 2009, Creed managed to appear on Billboard’s top 200 list for two of the five years they weren’t even technically a band. These years were 2005 and 2006.
4. When Creed released “Full Circle,” in 2009, the album shot straight to no. 2 on the Billboard charts. The only album that did better was Michael Jackson’s “This Is It,” which, given Jackson’s death just a few months beforehand, became an instant cultural artifact pretty much on par with a homerun ball that Babe Ruth got Aristotle, Napoleon and President Obama to sign, then dinged out of Yankee Stadium on a leap year while a solar eclipse was happening.
5. Creed has all the makings of a legendary, badass rock band, right down to the insane antics and subsequent lawsuits. To wit:
a) On April 21, 2003, four fans filed a $15 million class action lawsuit against them for “fail[ing] to substantially perform” at a concert in Chicago. According to court documents, Creed’s lead singer, Scott Stapp, “was so intoxicated and/or medicated that he was unable to sing the lyrics of a single Creed song. Instead, during the Creed Concert, Stapp left the stage on several occasions during songs for long periods of time, rolled around on the floor of the stage in apparent pain or distress, and appeared to pass out while on stage during the performance.”
The venue’s proprietors, Ticketmaster and Creed’s other members were so fearful of an audience insurrection that they called in Rosemont, Ill. riot police to provide security. Stapp, later on, called his performance “a symbolic, personal gesture.”
b) In 2005, Stapp was sued for allegedly leaking a sex tape in which he, Kid Rock and four groupies performed “various sexual acts in the privacy of a chartered tour bus.” Though Stapp claimed the video he was making would never be released, the adult film company World Wide Red Light District quickly created two web sites – kidrocksextape.com and scottstappsextape.com – in an attempt to market the video. According to the court documents for this one, retail prices were $70 and $80 for the two videos, respectively. Presumably, this price difference was due to Kid Rock sex tape market saturation concerns, but who knows.
III. Some things we don’t like to admit to ourselves about ourselves, in relation to the insanely, monstrously successful late-90s alternative rock band Creed:
1. In either a gesture of ironic mock-machismo or in earnest, we have all at one time or another jutted out our chins and pumped our fists and sung along to part of (if not all of) “With Arms Wide Open” when it came on the radio. It’s just a fact. It’s also a fact that sometimes the line between these two interpretations gets a little blurrier than any of us want to talk about.
2. A more select few of us have even shed our t-shirts, locked the door to our bedrooms, and spent an evening or 30 listening to Creed (or some form of distortion-heavy 90s rock indistinguishable from Creed) while hoisting 8-lb. barbells and debating whether or not to shave that charcoal dusting of a mustache that’s just begun to sprout on each corner of our 13-year-old upper lips.
3. We, as a generation of jaded twentysomething 90s music fans, yearn for the sort of earnest, simple and anthemic music that was so prevalent 15 or 20 years ago – a genre for which Creed is, for better or worse, among the most successful representatives.
a) This hunger for nostalgia manifests in many different ways today, but some of the most visible examples include a $54 Nirvana “vintage” sweatshirt currently available at Urban Outfitters; Pavement’s recent reunion (and its subsequent headlining slot at the 2010 Pitchfork Festival, and the rabidly favorable critical reception of its tellingly-titled “Quarantine the Past” best-of compilation, also released in 2010); and the Gin Blossoms’ recent announcement that they will be playing a major city near you with Everclear and Sugar Ray this summer. Oh, and let’s not forget about Weezer’s 2011 “Memories” tour, in which the band played through “Pinkerton” and “The Blue Album” in several back-to-back shows; or Garbage’s recent release of its first album in seven years. And did you know The Cranberries are on tour right now with a band called (not kidding) Vintage Trouble? The list is endless.
Who’s this revival for? One imagines an even demographic split at concerts: 50 percent people around 40 who are relieved that they can finally drag their adolescents to a cool rock show, 50 percent jaded twentysomethings spelunking through their own caverns of ironic defensiveness, trying desperately to excavate whatever fragments of heartfelt enjoyment they can remember once having.
I say this last part with as little malice as possible – especially since I consider myself part of that massive, scoffing crowd of twentysomethings. We are famished for something to pry us away from our iPhones and barista jobs – something to inspire us. We need to believe we are not a lost generation, and we need that reassurance set to power chords in drop D.
It is, of course, naïve to think that the ultimate remedy for mid-twenties disillusionment is to swaddle oneself in a blanket of nostalgia. But if you’re a little bit desperate and game to try this route anyway, the absolute best place to start is at a Creed concert. The band has been touring since April, alternating between full performances of Human Clay and its 1997 debut, My Own Prison. Last month, at The Warfield Theatre in San Francisco (estimated capacity: 2,500; estimated Creed fans in attendance: 850), it was a Human Clay kind of evening.
IV. Some things you notice right off the bat at a Creed concert, in San Francisco, in 2012:
1. Everyone seems incredibly kind, patient and slightly swollen by the comforts of an upper-middle class California lifestyle. Facial hair has the sort of fastidious, buzz-cut angularity of a well-maintained lawn. A faint aroma of hairspray trails almost every woman who passes by. Wristwatches look large and expensive, and jeans are overwhelmingly boot-cut.
2. A quick verbal survey reveals that very few Creed fans here tonight are actually from San Francisco proper.
3. The first two people I’ve ever seen wearing Creed t-shirts stand next to the merchandise table, where a man is selling those very same Creed t-shirts. He himself wears a 311 t-shirt.
4. Finally, those who came to see Creed are psyched about it. David Martinez, a 46 year-old construction worker, tells me he has waited 10 years to see the band perform live.
“Once you hear ‘em and see ‘em, you gotta go out and buy their stuff,” he says. “Who hasn’t heard about them? They’re worldwide!”
Martinez isn’t at all bothered by the show’s dismal attendance; he simply chalks it up to poor advertising. “To me, [hearing about the show] was pure happenchance,” he says. “I’m pretty sure if they had advertised the place would have been sold out.”
Nearby, Marisol Richardson and her 14-year-old son, Ryan Richardson (a.k.a. “Rockin’ Ryan,” a.k.a. “The Laminator”), wait eagerly for Stapp et al to take the stage. Ryan’s favorite hobby, he explains, is creating laminated concert passes and figuring out various ways to get bands to sign them. In his decade and a half on this planet, he has amassed approximately 300 of these autographed passes (highlights include Motley Crue, Shinedown and Five Finger Death Punch) and around 90 autographed drumheads. I learn that it’s not uncommon for him and his mother to drive for thirteen hours straight in order to attend a rock show.
“I thought the opening band was really good,” Ryan says, breathless with excitement. “It was like a win/win with Creed playing.”
V. Some things you notice about a Creed concert in San Francisco, in 2012, once Creed starts playing:
1. The band is indisputably adept at rocking. Stapp’s voice booms like a foghorn, and his enunciations (“help”=“hay-ulp”; “left”=“lay-uft”) recall a very specific, very 90s-sounding rock dialect – one popularized by the likes of Eddie Vedder, Collective Soul’s Ed Roland, and even Kurt Cobain (for proof of the latter, watch Nirvana’s performance of “Plateau,” from their 1994 “Unplugged in New York” performance. Cobain’s voice is a bit higher, but the accent is unmistakable). At each song’s climax, Stapp regards the audience with an expression that’s equal parts deranged and grateful; it’s clear he’s giving us every ounce of energy he can summon. Throughout the course of the show, he sweats through three t-shirts.
Meanwhile, Mark Tremonti, Creed’s lead guitarist, performs his duties effortlessly. His instrument roars one moment, then chugs along like a steam engine the next, then squeals like an abused horse. It’s as if Tremonti spent every day of his Creed-free years locked in a bedroom somewhere, practicing scales and mentally preparing for this very moment. His playing brings to mind that of Slash from Guns ‘n Roses, if Slash hit the gym more and had never in his life touched a bottle of Jack Daniels. Tremonti does not appear to sweat at all, and he does not change his shirt even once.
2. Songs like “Higher” and “My Own Prison” ooze emotional power. Stapp runs from one side of the stage to the other, squatting and posturing and whipping his shoulder-length hair in various directions. Tremonti nods his head menacingly, the same way a mean older brother nods when he’s got you pinned down and is dangling something foul above your eye.
Many in the audience seem to know every single lyric to every single song, and at one point security personnel forcibly remove a man who’s rushed down the aisle and started to do a sort of fast-motion dancing/bowing routine. At this moment, it is hard not to think of the people who crumble onto the floor and speak in tongues at Evangelical Christian services. Such is the power of Creed.
3. Scott Stapp loves his wife and is not afraid to say so – even as a small cluster of shrieking groupies forms near his feet. Before the song “Beautiful,” he takes a moment to acknowledge her by pointing at a spot in the crowd directly in front of where I’m sitting. It takes me a couple minutes to realize I am just five feet behind none other than Mrs. Jaclyn Stapp. As one might expect, she is breathtakingly beautiful, and fit, and cradles a toddler on her knee. This toddler, who wears enormous sound isolation headphones, remains dead asleep throughout the most of the show.
VI. Finally, some things you notice about yourself during a Creed concert in San Francisco, in 2012:
1. It is difficult, as a nostalgia-hungry millennial, to dispute Creed’s power to transport you. When the band launches into “My Own Prison,” I am immediately 10 years old again, in the car outside the gas station near my parents’ house in Rhode Island, waiting for my father to pay the cashier and fill up the tank. I can smell the Trident spearmint gum and the stale coffee caked around the cup holder’s rim. It’s January, and the heater has created two wet, clear circles on the bottom of the windshield. My father will drop me off at school on his way to work, as he does every morning. We’ll listen to the radio together, in silence.
2. It is also difficult to not feel uncomfortable – even ashamed. Part of this is the setting: Imagine 850 well-fed, Creed-loving Californians all sitting in black folding chairs. Some cradle beers; some, like Jaclyn Stapp, cradle children. Very few stand up, even as Creed hurtles through the heaviest songs in its repertoire. The atmosphere is, in a word, respectful. Almost museum-like.
A larger part, though, is seeing the genuine and unabashed joy that illuminates so many faces whenever the stage lights pulse and Tremonti shreds like an Enron clerk and Stapp throws his head back and howls, and, for a moment – just a moment – there exists in the world only this one note of this one song, and it vibrates your gut and rocks you guilelessly and shamelessly. When the stage lights flash again, I try to count how many people are in tears or seem to be close. Without even standing up, I can see seven.
It’s at these moments that you brush up against the charged boundaries of your own nostalgia. You see the gears and screws inside this ridiculous, ad hoc time machine you tried to piece together to salvage some forgotten feeling, some reservoir of earnest happiness. You think about how ridiculous you must look here with this notebook and this cell phone and this hulking camera. You realize that maybe someone somewhere in this auditorium is pitying you.
Then, if you’re lucky, you let it wash away and allow Creed to lead you back, just for an instant, to salvation.[/size]
It's funny that part of the population play along with the "we hate Creed" thing but truth is they like Creed. I have seen quite a few articles by so called "I hate Creed" people who somehow go to a Creed show (lol) and then write some article about how they actually liked the show. It's like a peer thing and they can't admit they like Creed or all their hipster friends (who secretly like Creed too) will get on them about it. Got to keep up their hipster images.
Post by meganflowers on Aug 14, 2012 8:44:40 GMT -5
August 13, 2012
Creed Treats Fairgoers to Hard Rock by the Sea
On a balmy Monday evening, music fans flocked to the Grandstand at Seaside Park in Ventura to catch Creed. The multi-platinum selling band is in the midst of a national tour and in fine form musically, putting their hearts into a generous set for thousands of fair attendees.
The aural assault may have surprised some fans most familiar with the hit single "With Arms Wide Open" -- but make no mistake, this is a band that can crank out some heavy metal. Even from dozens of rows back, the drums could pound your chest with every beat.
Lead singer Scott Stapp worked hard and his voice sounded at full strength -- almost always matching their original recordings going back to the 1990s. Vocal problems that received some attention within the last few years were nowhere to be seen. Bandmembers all played well and, other than Stapp, mostly kept a low profile... the only exception being when guitarist Mark Tremonti came out front for the occasional guitar solo.
The set was heavily weighted toward tracks from the group's first two albums, with just three songs added from "Weathered" and one from their latest, 2009's "Full Circle". One notable highlight was a tight, high-energy and enthusiastic "Unforgiven". The band's radio singles were largely toward the end of the set -- but all were included to please the casual fan.
From the center section of the crowd the sound was generally good, but the choice of video cuts and camera views displayed on the single screen was sub-par. The feed would switch inexplicably in the middle of solos, and one camera skipped frames on occasion as if victimized by a bad Internet connection.
Most attendees could get close enough that the video wasn't needed, as not all seats were filled. Fans appeared well-behaved and respectful, with a majority staying through the encore, and displayed a remarkable variation in ages from small children to seniors.
Creed's music is low on curse words and peppered with religious references, but Stapp's between-tunes commentary was low on both -- including several reflective, personal remarks. The band took a hiatus earlier this decade, but seemed pretty happy to be together and the crowd was pleased as well!
Creed comes full circle with 5th studio album in works
THE STORY: One of the most successful rock bands in recent history, Creed will perform Thursday, Aug. 30, at the King Center in Melbourne.
Creed, consisting of Scott Stapp (vocals), Mark Tremonti (guitars/vocals), Brian Marshall (bass) and Scott Phillips (drums), was one of the popular post-grunge rock bands of the early 1990s and early 2000s before tension within the band led to their tumultuous separation in 2004. Following the breakup, Stapp released a pair of solo CDs while the remaining members went on to form the well-received alternative rock band Alter Bridge.
After mending ways, the band reunited in 2009 for their fourth studio album and tour for the “Full Circle” CD. Now, with a fifth studio album in the works, Creed appears ready to reclaim their throne as one of rock music’s elite.
Let’s Shake, Rattle & Know: Creed
SRK: I know you are working on a memoir. Is there anything in there that even the most die-hard fan will be surprised to read?
Stapp: There is a lot in there that I have never shared with anyone. This memoir was a journey, a discovery and a confession. It is a walk through my life, starting with my childhood, and there are things fans weren’t aware of and will definitely be surprised by a lot that I share.
SRK: What is more challenging for you, writing a song or writing this memoir?
Stapp: This memoir. This has been so challenging because it required meticulously reflecting on my past and walking through it with tremendous honesty and reliving it. It is a very difficult process, but has been beneficial for my life. It got easier to write as I went along and got into a rhythm of writing once the initial shock of bringing up old memories wore off. After that, it allowed me to artistically express myself.
SRK: When the band went separate ways in 2004, it looked like Creed would never be a band again. What changed between then and now?
Stapp: I think a lot of things happened, and we needed time away. Creed was so important in my life and the band was a symbol of my life, so for me going back to it came natural. There was a time with me where I was ready to go on with Creed with or without the guys in the band because I felt I had to move forward. The spirit just came back in me, and I am glad that each of them felt it was important to move forward as well.
SRK: Being a father of three, life is much different for you now than it was 10 years ago. How are you able to find a good balance between your family and your career?
Stapp: I have the most amazing wife in the world. She is my best friend, my hero, my attorney, my advisor, my manager, my accountant — she is my everything. It is important for us to stay focused on the family, and she keeps it all together whether that is while the kids are on the road with us taking care of their education or just shuffling our schedules. Every day we stay connected somehow, whether it is on Skype or whatever, we stay in constant communication. We don’t go more than four or five days in a row without being together. My wife’s motto is to embrace the situation and make it work.
SRK: What type of impact has your solo success or the success of Alter Bridge had on Creed as a band?
Stapp: I’m not sure it really had any effect on us at all. There is no comparison because they are two totally different ball games and different creative outlets.
SRK: In interviews, Creed has said the fifth studio album will have more of a classic sound. What should fans expect, a sound more like “My Own Prison,” or will it have more of a classic feel?
Stapp: I think the songwriting, the themes and the drive of the music alone will prove that the Creed sound can stand the test of time. The way Mark and I write and our music is fitting of that “classic” description. It is still groove-oriented rock with a rhythm that is driving the music and setting the tempo. It has the rock ’n’ roll spirit and continues to be a snapshot of life, and those are the ingredients that make up our sound. Creed is in that rock genre, and I am humbled by those who feel our music itself is classic. I mean, what is classic to me is totally different than what is classic to my 14-year-old.
SRK: Having taken a hiatus from Creed, do you feel any pressure from your record label or management to write radio-friendly hits right off the bat?
Stapp: I have been fortunate enough to never have to really think that way creatively, so I never felt that pressure. The music has to be in the purest sense, and people have been very reactive to it. I just do what I do without conforming to or fitting into any cookie-cutter sound; that’s just not an artist or pushing the envelope. I have to be pure and true to my work. If I do write something commercially successful, it’s by accident, but I don’t set out with the idea of writing a song for that purpose.
SRK: You have always been very open and honest about your past drug and alcohol addictions and even past suicide attempts. Do you find writing songs and writing the memoir has been therapeutic?
Stapp: Most definitely it has been a critical part. I have been forced to take an inventory of my life and being straight up. I had to ask myself, where did all this start, and understand what makes me tick and what made me “not sober,” so I could move on from there. I had to reconcile my past, and I needed to not have one foot in my past and one foot in my future, but just live life and move on. My songs and my memoir are just a chapter in my life, not the entire story.