Toronto Mike

Courage, It Couldn't Come At A Worse Time

Music

Last night, after putting in a full day at the office, I drove to Wasaga Beach and back.  I brought along a bunch of new CDs for the trip, including Creed's Greatest Hits.  Brace yourself, for this is a most courageous entry.

If you like good music, music with soul and integrity, music that's organic and cool, you don't like Creed.  I'm not supposed to like Creed.  When Creed broke up last June, I celebrated the demise of this fairly good Pearl Jam cover band, but I alluded to a positive experience I had with the band.

A few years ago, Creed headlined an Edgefest event at Molson Park in Barrie. I was there, even though I knew it was quite uncool and unhip of me to attend a Creed concert.  Under a clear, star filled sky, Creed played a solid, energetic set, rocking through their hits.  For that hour or so, I had a blast.  I was singing along to the radio cuts, impressed by the tightness of the band and the quality of the set.

Yesterday, driving South to Toronto, Taryn put on Creed's Greatest Hits and I made a smart aleck remark or two about the crappiness of the selection.  There was "My Own Prison", "What's This Life For", "One", "Higher", "With Arms Wide Open" and more.  Before you knew it I was singing along at the top of my lungs, once again well aware of how pathetic that is.  Here is why this entry is my most courageous yet.  I'm afraid I may be a closet Creed fan.  How else can you explain the enjoyment I experienced seeing them live and singing aloud to their greatest hits?

We'll call this the guiltiest of pleasures.  I feel just awful about it, but I'm glad I got it off my chest.

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