by Robert Bell
7:30 p.m. Magic Springs' Timberwood Amphitheater. $30-$65.
People, there are 26 million Creed CDs out there in the United States. Twenty. Six. Million. Creed CDs. That's a lot of CDs for a band once described by music producer and funny guy Jack Endino as "Whitesnake without the snake."
Could we get all 26 million CDs back together in one place? Probably. That would be one big stack of CDs. But then what would we do with them? Jeremy Brasher — one of the state's best musicians and most trenchant cultural observers — once said that all Christmas albums should be melted down and somehow converted into low-income housing. So that's an idea. I don't know if CDs melt all that good, so maybe we just make a big CD castle out of them and it could be like a playland type thing for underprivileged kids. Well, anyways, that's one idea.
Shifting gears somewhat, here's another bit of Creed news: this very fall, in October, to be precise, we will finally get a look inside the brain of Creed singer Scott Stapp, when he releases his memoir, "Sinner's Creed." We'll just have bide our time until then. I know, I know. But check this: he recently offered some sneak-peek quotes on the book's Facebook page (yes, these days, even books can have Facebook pages).
Here's a good one: "When it comes to music, rapport can't be explained. It just is. Why a guitarist and a singer are able to strike a common chord and produce something magical is something I don't understand."
That right there is some truth, courtesy of Scott Stapp. No one can explain what musical rapport is, not even him. And he sold 26 million CDs.