Scott Stapp/311 FITE!

I got Stapp's new CD in the mail yesterday from his pimpsquad, and on a lark, requested an interview today before I knew this happened.

I'm thinking that phoner isn't gonna happen.

But Stapp later came into the Harbor Court Hotel bar while Sexton and bandmates SA Martinez and P-Nut were watching basketball on television. He stepped in front of the screen and said, "311, I am ready to fight," according to Sexton.

xpost haha you bitch

From the NYC Daily News

Scott Stapp, the lead singer of the Christian-flavored Grammy-winning band Creed, is trying to turn the other cheek after alleging that his ex-wife, Hillaree, smacked him in the face with a cell phone.

Hillaree Stapp, whose 16-month marriage to the rocker ended three years ago, was booked at Orange County Jail in Orlando, Fla., on Nov. 14 for aggravated battery with a deadly weapon, according to sheriff's reports.

Scott Stapp told police that Hillaree picked up a cell phone during an argument at his home and "punched me with it across my left jaw."

According to a police report, Scott and Hillaree "were discussing the continuation of her detox and psychological exam" when she became enraged.

The rocker told cops that Hillaree yelled, "I [bleeped] four guys in your bed while you were gone!" according to the report, and that she said "she was going to get an attorney to get custody of [the couple's 3-year-old son, Jagger]."

Jail officials say Hillaree, 24, was released on a $3,500 security bond Thursday. She could not be reached for comment.

x-post lions can't believe its not the real thing

"311 will get on their knees and beg me for my friendship! They will beg me! Or else... or else... or else I will slap 311 in the face! SLICE!"

Lead Singer of Creed Gets Punk'd

Friday, July 29. My last night in Gainesville. I've had my party and said my goodbyes to most of my friends. One group actually didn't make it to the party, but were possibly still coming, and instead of having them walk into an empty house (literally-- no furniture) devoid of people, I went over to their place.

So I'm saying goodbye to pals Jeanine and Heather. They have a few friends over to their place and are already stoned and drunk, seemingly ready for bed quite soon. I hear mumbling in the other room of some kids leaving soon because they have to go see Scott Stapp. My pop culture radar is not currently on, so I'm missing the reference. Instead, I think they're just talking about a friend who's driving in from out of town. But they're quite adamant about seeing Scott. "I'm fucking walking to Denny's to see Scott if I have to, I don't care if no one else goes!" one kid says.

So I'm curious and ask one of the guys what's going on. He tells me the background story: Apparently, one of their friends met Scott Stapp (who, because I find no problem with conflation, will for the rest of the story be referred to as "Creed") at an airport bar and the girl pretended to be interested. At the end of their conversation, he asked for her number and because she was going to Amsterdam, she gave Creed her friend's number instead. The girl then calls her friend and warns her that Creed might be calling her sometime in the future for a hook-up.

Which he does. Friday night. He flew into Orlando and gave the girl a call. The girl, thrilled at the prospect of making Creed look like an idiot, plays along. "You should drive up to Gainesville tonight to see me!" she says. Creed, because his star has fallen quite a bit recently (if you hadn't noticed) eagerly accepts the offer to drive 2 hours to get some pussy. I guess the groupies aren't lining up outside the airport like they used to.

I heard through the grapevine that night that Creed had actually kicked Scott Stapp out of their band. I don't know if this is true or not as no one on the Internet has any stories about it. But I googled him recently and found out that his solo career isn't taking off nearly like he expected, despite being the first released single off the Passion of the Christ Songs CD-- songs inspired by the movie. Mel Gibson hand picked him for a special screening, and he wrote a song after he was so personally affected by the movie. Douche.

Anyway, so the guy who was so spiritually affected by The Passion of the Christ is now hightailing it to Gainesville to tag a piece of ass he met in an airport bar. And he's having his ghettotastic hootchie skanky Jersey girl sleaze of a sister drive him. Yes, Creed is making his sister drive him to the Gainesville Denny's for a booty call.

So this group from the party makes it over to Denny's, strategically choosing places all around the Denny's so that we can watch what goes down. It's 3am on a Friday, so of course the place is packed with drunk kids getting out of the bars, who have no idea what they're about to be in for. Jeanine, Heather, and I all have prime seating-- we're directly next to the booth with the girl who has been talking to Creed, as well as her 5 friends who are all in on the joke and have been planning extra embarrassing things to do to him. The girl who is keeping track of him via cell phone convos lets me know that Creed has been in fine form so far tonight. Here is how one of the conversations went:

Creed: "Do you have an acoustic guitar with you in Gainesville?"
Her: "Um, yeah."
Creed: "Good, maybe you can help me write my new hit single!"
Me, after hearing the story: "I applaud your ability not to vomit at that."

Now we're convinced he's on his way. We hear the countdown from the table next to us: "He's in Micanopy!" "He's passing UF!" "He's pulling into the parking lot!" The excitement is killing me. And then he enters. Creed steps into the Gainesville Denny's, wearing a wife beater and slick running pants, desperately trying to find his hookup. My life is complete.

The girl who's been talking on the phone with Creed has a friend who recently broke his arm. So as soon as Creedy walks in, he screams, "Oh my god! You're Scott Stapp! You're my favorite singer ever! Sign my cast!" Creed, probably even himself realizing how sucky it is to be the (former) lead singer of Creed, denies it. "I get that a lot... I just look like him. I'm not him." HA!

Then the Denny's cop comes over: "Both of you, outta here! No screaming in Denny's! Manager's orders!" Delicious. The lead singer of Creed is getting kicked out of the Gainesville Denny's.

Cast arm boy obviously doesn't want our fun to be over so quickly, so he sweet talks the cop and gets him to rescind his ejection. Creedy keeps walking around, trying to find the girl he talked to in the airport bar, feverishly running to the back to get better cell phone reception and then moving back to the front to try to find her. Of course, the girl has stopped answering her phone now and the Denny's partrons are just watching Creed walk around looking desperately horny.

And the best part is watching the other people as they notice who this guy is. "Hey, that's the Creed guy!" they all say as he walks past them. Then, 5 seconds later and as soon as he's out of earshot: "Wait, who cares? Creed sucks!" This is seriously the reaction of every table that I hear as he walks by. So sad, for him. Oh, and the dude is like 5'6". I'm not joking. When he walked by, he was at least (AT LEAST) 3 inches shorter than me. Midget.

Now there are about 12 people who know about what's going on. And like the rats in Muppets Take Manhattan who run around under the tables at that fancy restuarant spreading the buzz that Manhattan Melodies is going to be a smash hit show, we start spreading the ruse that has been pulled on Creed. Soon, most of the tables and the wait staff is informed of what's going on. "Pathetic!" is the most common reaction.

To keep him there as long as possible, groups of girls keep going over to him and flirting and trying to find out what he's doing in Gainesville. Cast arm boy even printed out Scott Stapp's headshot and goes over to ask him to sign it. You'd think that would be an obvious sign that he was being tricked, but apparently Creed is cocky enough to think that people regularly carry around his photograph everywhere like it's an American Express card.

Jeanine, perfect brilliant girl she is, ran over to the juke box to see if it happened to have a Creed song on it. Unfortunately, it didn't. Or maybe fortunately. For if "Arms Wide Open" began playing as he was running around the Denny's, I probably would've soiled myself laughing.

At the end of the night, we convince Jeanine to go ask to take a picture with Creed by saying it was her birthday (it was, only 4 days earlier). When she goes to get the picture, all 12 of us who are in on the joke jump in the photo. Unfortunately, the person taking the picture couldn't work the flash, so it just looks like a mess of clumpy dark blobs. But I know that one girl took a bunch of pictures of Creed running around the Denny's-- mostly of the back of his head-- and I want them. If anyone knows where to get these, let me know.

So that was my last night in Gainesville. Creed eventually got back in his car and drove home to Orlando, having unsuccessfully found his pussy for the night. What a sad sad man. Super douche.
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I was actually the girl who was goading him into coming up to Gainesville. I have pictures from the night and I'll post them soon. I was actually going to recount the tale on here but haven't had the chance.
(I still plan on calling him up and saying - "You were Punk'd!!!")
(Oh...and I'd like to post his phone number on here, but I'm sure that's not allowed.)

You're right about most of what you said in your post, only there are a few discrepancies.

1. He met my friend in an airport bar IN Orlando. He was kicked out of the bar for drinking too much and later kicked off of his plane for being disorderly. He, being completely self absorbed, didn't stop to think that the girl he met in the airport bar might, just might, have boarded a plane already. When he called my cell phone, thinking it was her, he couldn't understand why "she" was not still in Orlando. That's where the fun began.

2. He did not leave after being punk'd at Denny's. It was not until the following morning did he realize he had been tricked. He made me and my friend drive him to where the girl supposedly lived to look for her (his ego was hurt THAT badly.)

3. Someone followed us from Denny's (an ACTUAL fan of his) and Scott had him make purchase of some cocaine for him. I, thinking I could rob him, invited him back up to my apartment. His sister got a hotel room after being angry all night...apparently she was much smarter than he. All I got the chance to take was his boarding pass from his Miami to Orlando flight, some of his klonopin, three copies of checks his girlfriend had written from his account -2 for plastic surgery centers in South Florida and one for their Cingular Wireless account, and a song book he had scribbled some instrumental instructions in.
He ended up staying up all night doing coke, making up listening to his fucking HORRIBLE cd, and walking around in his underware claiming that coke makes him "so horny".

4. He had a prescription to Lexapro (an antidepressant) in his bag.

5. He was the most annoying self centered troll man I have ever met in my life.

6. My friend (my roommate) is actually mad at me for punking him. Everyone on this list should reply here stating why she has no reason in the world to be mad. Scott Stapp is a fucking bitch.

I'll post more details and pictures of the night later.

Anyhow, glad to know it was appreciated by everyone. I actually didn't think that many people knew. I thought he had some actual fans there that night."

You just know that as he said that, he was in that stance he does, one foot forward, knees bent.

Ironically, before the situation escalated, Stapp had told the members of 311 that he was a fan, according to Martinez. "He was telling us how he'd been to a show of ours in Florida, where he got up on stage, and that he was so thankful that we didn't kick him off," says the singer. "He was saying, 'You had no idea that you guys being so cool to me would inspire me to start a band, and for me to sell 30 million records, win a Grammy, VMAs, Billboard Awards . . .' He just went on and on, like some drunk guy who wouldn't shut the fuck up, while we just wanted to watch the game."

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/8901746/scottstapp?pageid=rs.Home&pageregion=single1

But really, the person who will be hurt most here is young Jagger.

http://www.livedaily.com/news/Scott_Stapp_reportedly_brawls_with_311-9241.html?t=98

Stapp's troubles apparently continued during a Tuesday (11/29) taping of cable-television channel Spike TV's "Casino Cinema," which Ostrosky hosts with actor Steve Schirripa ("The Sopranos"), and on which Stapp was the scheduled celebrity guest.

Stern said on the air Thursday (12/1) that, according to Ostrosky, Stapp showed up "drunk out of his frickin' mind, wasted on something," and proceeded to tell Ostrosky--who, at that point, he didn't know was Stern's girlfriend--that "bimbo's like you, they don't go for me."

Stern went on to say that Stapp was "yelling and screaming, [with] a chip on his shoulder," and that Ostrosky assured Stern that Stapp will "look like a jerk" when his appearance on "Casino Cinema" airs Dec. 6.

While on the set of "Casino Cinema," according to the New York Daily News, Stapp also said that he recently met U2's Bono and the Edge, and that "Bono was an a--hole" to him, and that Foo Fighters frontman Dave Grohl--who once mocked Stapp by doing an unflattering impersonation of the singer while covering Creed's "With Arms Wide Open"--had a "freaking little" sex organ.

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Maybe Scott Stapp should have been solo from the start.

With his former band, Creed, Stapp felt like he was doing most of the work. He was the brooding frontman. He wrote practically all the songs and did all the talking. He shouldered the burden of juggling egos, making everyone in the band feel included.

So after Creed's tumultuous breakup -- and some serious self-reflection -- Stapp is more than comfortable calling the undisputed shots on his new solo record, "The Great Divide."

"Creed's sound is my sound," Stapp says, lounging on a sofa backstage before an appearance on "The Tonight Show." "I think my record is going to speak for itself to the Creed fans. I think it's going to be like when Sting left The Police."

Only this time around, Stapp won't let media pressures get to him. He won't allow speculation about whether he's a Christian artist (he's not). And he won't repeat the mistakes he made with Creed.

(He did have an incident last week, a fight with the band 311. No arrests were made.)

Stapp spent the better part of the past decade collaborating with his college pal, guitarist Mark Tremonti. Together they wrote a string of hits that helped Creed sell more than 30 million copies of their three albums.

Their union was "explosive," says Alan Meltzer of Wind-Up Records, which signed the band in 1996. "It's the yin and yang of rock and roll."

But in 2002, arguments began to erupt over musical contributions and publishing credits. Creative differences followed.

"Jealousy started setting in," Stapp says, "and egos."

Band members wanted more say in the songs, but Stapp didn't want to budge.

He started exhibiting strange behavior, holing himself up in the tour bus, emerging just in time to take the stage. At one Chicago show, Stapp was apparently so out of sorts, fans sued the band for their sub-par performance.

"I just felt hated so I wanted to go away," he says

Well fucking take your own advice and stay away, ya prick!

After a yearlong hiatus and failed attempts to write a fourth record, Creed called it quits for good in 2004.

Tremonti formed a new band - Alter Bridge - with Creed drummer Scott Phillips and former bassist Brian Marshall. They released their debut album, "One Day Remains," on Wind-Up in August 2004. It sold about 500,000 copies.

Meanwhile, Stapp laid low and spent time with his son. He tried to figure out where he was headed and where Creed went wrong.

"As much as we were successful, it was a painful success, at least for me," Stapp says.

Part of the problem, he realized, was his giving nature. Stapp would do whatever it took to keep his bandmates happy.

"When I would be really sick and we had shows to do, I would do anything, let them inject me with whatever, just to take one for the team," he says.

He's learned to set boundaries.

Stapp says he felt undeserving of his success. He was so deeply affected by criticism and rumors, he'd isolate himself.

He's learned not to take things so seriously.

He had come to a great divide in his life, he says, and it was time to make some major changes. "I guess it's maturity," says the 32-year-old.

Stapp's first priority was rededicating himself to his son, Jagger, now 7. His second was getting back to making music.

The new album "basically sums up the last four years of my life," Stapp says. "It was cathartic for me to write this."

While he won't address the exact meanings of his songs, Stapp seems to take responsibility for his shortcomings with Creed on the album's opening track, "Reach Out."

"No victims, the choices were all mine," he sings. "There's no excuse for weakness, selfishness or compromise."

He means it too. Stapp didn't have to compromise at all with his new band. He made that clear from the start.

"They knew it was my project and they knew we were going to use the songs that I wrote," he says. "They understood their boundaries and knew what not to touch, which is basically lyrics, vocal melodies and arrangements."

A Creed reunion is all but out of the question. ("Never say never," Meltzer says.)

Stapp says he wants to close the book on the Creed years, but insists he harbors no resentments or regrets about his time with the band.

"It was 99 percent amazing and I'm getting a second chance to do it all over again," Stapp says. "I just hope it grows into where it was before because I want my son to see it. I want him to have a positive memory of it going forward, so he can be proud of his daddy."

He's learned 311, I am ready to fight.

Well frickin' DUH.

"Rick"?!

"According to Stapp, the nasty breakup, the responsibility of single-fatherhood and the success of the band soon proved overwhelming. He began drinking heavily and taking prescription pills. Attempts to get clean -- including a celebrity detox program at a luxury hotel in Hollywood -- didn't last. "There are a few people who get so crazy when they party, they have a nickname for their alter ego," says Tremonti, 31. "With Scott, it was Rick. I don't know where the name came from. But it would be like, 'Uh-oh. Here comes Rick.'"

Stapp and Jaclyn Nesheiwat, Miss New York USA 2004, will be married Feb. 10 in Florida, they announced this week. They met last January at a gala for the Muscular Dystrophy Association in New York.

Nesheiwat is the director of public affairs for the Scott Stapp Foundation, which promotes healthy parent-child relationships.

Could it be . . . Jeeeezus?

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"Somebody does not like you and somebody wants you to fail."

Could it be . . . Jeeeezus?

-- Rickey Wright (rrricke...), March 3rd, 2006 12:49 PM. (later)

Damn it. I came on this thread to make a 'Sluggin' for Jesus' remark. Although I suppose this thread has given me so much more.

http://www.311.com/cruise/

$5 to anyone who throws them off the boat...

311, I am ready to float.