================================================ Subject: Creed vs. Creed From: "Creed - 7M3 - Live" To: Date: Wed 11 Jul 2001 00:35:04 -0400 ================================================ Well since this Creed was around since 1992 and Creed is such a common word. I don't think that there is any point in arguing the Creed vs. Creed issue. I'll have to check them out. BTW - The fortune is funny. Read the bottom. But don't take aim at it. JC Ross Johnson wrote: > I've copy and pasted the little bit of info onto this > email for ya Agie. > > isn't Mika Salo a F1 driver though!?!?? > hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! interesting! > > Mr Mungo > > ZONEone > Creed have established themselves as one of the > premier alternative-metal bands of the future. > Combining elements of punk, pop, hip-hop, and > traditional metal, Creed have succeeded in creating a > unique sound while remaining accessible to a wide > variety of listeners. > The Pori quintet, consisting of Janne Isaksson on > vocals, Jari Alhonpää and Mika Salo on guitar, Tero > Kytömäki on bass and Mika Vihlman on drums, debuted in > 1992 with the self-titled EP. > > Appearances all around Finland garnered the band > favorable publicity, setting the stage for the release > of their 1998 follow-up, 'Attack of the 50ft > Bamse-system'. Creed's second EP, third release, was > released in December 1999. > > > --- Agnieszka wrote: > Hey, it's > true! Why the hell they have the same > >>name...it's not fair...:( >>especially when "our" Creed is still in the music >>scene. >>Anyway I tried to download anything but I got dead >>link, then my comp broke >>down...I'll try later. >>Thanks for the link Ross. >> >>Agie -- On this morning in August when I was 13, my mother sent us out pick tomatoes. Back in April I'd have killed for a fresh tomato, but in August they are no more rare or wonderful than rocks. So I picked up one and threw it at a crab apple tree, where it made a good *splat*, and then threw a tomato at my brother. He whipped one back at me. We ducked down by the vines, heaving tomatoes at each other. My sister, who was a good person, said, "You're going to get it." She bent over and kept on picking. What a target! She was 17, a girl with big hips, and bending over, she looked like the side of a barn. I picked up a tomato so big it sat on the ground. It looked like it had sat there a week. The underside was brown, small white worms lived in it, and it was very juicy. I stood up and took aim, and went into the windup, when my mother at the kitchen window called my name in a sharp voice. I had to decide quickly. I decided. A rotten Big Boy hitting the target is a memorable sound, like a fat man doing a belly-flop. With a whoop and a yell the tomatoee came after faster than I knew she could run, and grabbed my shirt and was about to brain me when Mother called her name in a sharp voice. And my sister, who was a good person, obeyed and let go -- and burst into tears. I guess she knew that the pleasure of obedience is pretty thin compared with the pleasure of hearing a rotten tomato hit someone in the rear end. -- Garrison Keillor, "Lake Wobegon Days" To unsubscribe or change your preferences for the Creed-Discuss list, visit: http://www.winduplist.com/ls/discuss/form.asp