With good looks, fame and money at his disposal, some might say Scott Stapp has everything. But one thing forever out of his reach, it seems, is critical adoration. Music writers (and fans and industry professionals) freaking hate this guy, even though he's a perfectly talented and inoffensive rock singer.
What the hell, Scott, it's your birthday. So here's a quick review of Creed's last album, just for you:
Multi-platinum mega-stars Creed have assured their future place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with 2009's Full Circle, a triumphant return to form wracked with not-at-all over-the-top emoting from the band's chiseled front man, Scott Stapp. Combining the introspective poetry of Morrison, the brooding intensity of Cobain and the Christ-like sincerity of Bono, Stapp's lyrical delivery places him in a class all his own among the immortal pantheon of rock vocalists. Anyone who doesn't like this record probably listens to rap.
3. Pearl Jam Box Set
Hey, it just seems like the guy is probably a big Eddie Vedder fan, is all.
2. A Hug
Scott Stapp needs a hug, you guys. The man has a lot of pain inside. You know it. We know it. Everybody knows it. But nobody hugs him, because nobody wants to be seen hugging Scott Stapp. Frankly, he also always looks like he'd be slightly damp to the touch, which is fucking gross.
Well, suck it up, dammit. It's his birthday! Scott Stapp deserves love and affection just like anybody else. C'mon, it'll be easy -- his arms are wide open already. Turn out the lights, check for cameras, do whatever you need to do to get comfortable. Just man up and hug the guy already before he cries.