Creed captured a sentiment we have all felt and psychologists have been examining for decades: the fascinating and wonderful way people can show up to an office, college, or yoga class and immediately convert it into a home, feel love and pledge allegiance to a group.
Erwin Creed is what you might expect of the seventh generation of the perfume house Creed -- he's both charming and debonair. He speaks with an irresistible French accent. But he's also funny -- very funny.
Scott Stapp's book, Sinner's Creed is brutally honest and pulls no punches. It's about one man coming to terms with the incongruity of the vocation he's chosen and the faith he refuses to give up. Stapp's tale is authentically rock and roll.
I still believe in the communion of potluck meals... in the importance of a community's witness and support when you celebrate or mourn. But I question whether we must have uniformity of belief in order to minister to each other.
The album still kicks its multi-hit, multi-platinum predecessor's ass, alternating between big guitar'd, Creed-inspired grunge-a-longs and country-bred, beer hall breakup ballads across its twelve powerful tracks.