Dull Sean Lennon Has an Announcement : Zzzzzzzzzz

I'll tell you what's more famous than Jesus Christ. It's this sentence: "Jesus Christ, is Sean Lennon a disappointing dipshit."

The beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy has grown into a hairy bug. And a dull one, that that.

Give Julian credit for putting out one album that excited people. He was like a pop cross of Lennon and McCartney for a moment. He had a lot of production behind him, but the voice was similar, the melodies weren't too trite, and there was hope. Hey, maybe a new generation of Beatles music. We wouldn't have to rely on Difford and Tilbrook and other wanna be's and "hey that's Beatle-esque" people.

How quickly Julian turned into self-parody. He began a weary psychedelic whiner, just what you'd expect from a kid who bumbled up a drawing of "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds." Every fucking song was a melancholy mope. That nasal voice began to get more and more annoying, like snot that won't dry on a handkerchief.

Still, give the guy credit, his albums have always been listenable, and his Farcebook shit is usually fairly interesting. At least, he circulates slightly more intelligent MEMES than most.

But this fucking Sean, he was terrible from the get-go. First he was wearing, what, some kind of dress, and backing up Yoko. Then he put out a dismally disappointing solo album, and then another. Christ, he was neither John nor Yoko. Just some guy noodling around and experimenting like a thousand other young assholes.

He turned up fronting or working with "experimental" bands that were pretentious and ridiculous. He'd sort of be "there" in Yoko's band, playing anonymous guitar. You could ALMOST feel sorry for him. I saw an interview with some smug British TV interviewer everyone hates. The bastard kept bringing up John till Sean had to walk out. He left the woggy twit shrugging like he hadn't goaded Sean into leaving.

Yeah, ALMOST feel sorry for the guy, except it's increasingly dismal having to sit through his self-indulgent witless nonsense. The man has no concept of what's good. You'd think having all those Beatles albums around would've helped. No, he's actually worse than most Millennials, since the average idiot likes stupid pop, or easy headbanger junk, or wants to be like Mumford and Sons. This idiot likes bad amateur noisemakers who are afraid of a melody like women are scared by mice.

Now the guy is some kind of arbiter of taste? He's going out looking for talent to work with? Please.

Rolling Groan's reported that Sean's "discovered" a band that knocks him out. The Great Sean has decided he'll use them in his "side project." They've got their own name, and they'll knock up a few songs, and go gig to the curious. How LOVELY.

The stupid hipster hat. The bug glasses. The hairy face. Where's a Roach Motel when you need one?

Aside from the nasal voice, he ain't John at all, and considering how easy it would be to ape the experimental screams of Yoko, nope, he's not her either. Maybe that's to his credit. He's a complete bore on his own.

Hey, calling all Beatles spawn! Get it over with! Form a band and REALLY tell the world you suck! Julian, Sean, and the fabulous Dhanni-boy, and Ringo's drummer boy...you all get together, call yourselves the SONS OF B's, and REALLY show how absurd the concept of reproduction is.

Just ask Baxter Dury. Harper Simon. Amy Helm.

The odds of a spawn being as good as or better than the famous mother or father are miniscule. For every Michael Douglas, son of Kirk, there's a pathetic Chaz Bono.

BARF.