Chrissie commented on Ology's Battle Of The Fans: '80s Semi-Finals (Duran Duran Vs. Depeche Mode):
“Duran Duran -- I remember the first night I was truly cognizant of the individual band members. It was the first Friday of December, 1984. My BFF Pam and I suffered the same affliction of not having cable TV and had to get our music video fix via NBC's "Friday Night Videos." I'd seen Duran Duran videos and knew their songs, but just wasn't all that into them. The video for "Do They Know It's Christmas" came on and I was like, "Pam, who is this hot guy with the long blonde hair???" "Oh, that's Simon LeBon. He's the lead singer of Duran Duran." Hmmm... "I guess that guy with the red and black shirt that says 'Duran Duran' on it is in the band, too, huh?" "Yeah, that's John Taylor. Like EVERYONE thinks he's hot." (And I remember thinking, "He's okay, I guess," LOL!) "Hey, Pam! Who's this guy back here? Shoot, I keep missing him! They just barely show him, with the amazing make-up and the gorgeous eyes???" "Oh, that's Nick Rhodes. He's in Duran Duran, too. I think he plays keyboards." Hmmm... The next video up? "Wild Boys" by Duran Duran! Just a few moments earlier, during "DTKIC," I had picked out these three men who would fill my dreams, diaries, and Duran-induced imagination for years and years to come, three talented musicians whose band's music would, from that night forward change my life forever and whose music would literally save my life more than once.”
Creed. I cannot express my disdain for them in language, save for the annotations on a Venn diagram including Nickelback and Breaking Benjamin that, obviously, I'm not going to take the time to make. The most central piece to this loathing is, as you would interpret from the title, frontman Scott Stapp (Infection), and the reason for his topic at this current moment in my life regards the fact that he's releasing a memoir, something that I can't really find a justification for considering no one could possibly contain an iota of interest in what it was that shaped this decrepit stain on humanity.
Pathetically titled Sinner's Creed, the memoir "describes my [Scott Stapp Infection] childhood, my internal battle with drugs and depression and how I lost control of my life. My memoir reveals never before released details about my life and the challenges I've faced before coming to grips and finding sobriety."
Essentially, it's going to be one long drawn out pitch-a-fit containing a literary quality lesser than that of Fifty Shades of Gray or Harry Potter, and should it ever be gifted a price tag, I can assure you that this author will expatriate himself to the distant island of Nauru in the Pacific Islands Forum in hopes that excommunication from anything defined as "contemporary life" will cleanse my knowledge of a thing such as Sinner's Creed's existence.
JT Langley:
@Amy. I completely respect your argument. However, allow me to include an issue involving the actual product: Stapp Infection didn't even write the memoir, which, bias aside, is something I can't respect, especially if it's such an important cathartic project for him. He had a ghostwriter from Rolling Stone do it all. As for why he's in my head: do you not contemplate things you dislike? I find it hard to believe that someone can ignore the negative.
August 15, 2012
Amy Helm :
No one? How come presales of it hit just over 1 mil ? Your the minority. I think people who are so bothered by them (like you) have a obsessive issue. I mean who talks about something over and over thru a decade that they dislike? They are in your head, why exactly? Bands I dislike never even cross my mind.
August 15, 2012
John Busch :
Dude, that headline is Epic. Gold medal for you!
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