"YOU SNUFFED OUT MY LIFE" Joe Brooks and his Creepy Son

It's always amusing when the "sensitive" artist turns out to be a prick.

Beyond "he gave a crap performance after arriving an hour late," or "he wouldn't sign an autograph," there are guys like JOE BROOKS and his son.

Joe? He wrote that sludgy bit of treacle called "You Light Up My Life."

It turns out he was a serial rapist and sex maniac, and far from being romantic, his main ploy was to simply lie to women, pretend to offer them music contracts and other "goodies" in order to date rape them and dupe them, and to use secretaries to con any gullible female into providing sex...for nothing. For promises that wouldn't be kept.

When the law caught up to him, and he was likely to DO life rather than lighten up any more lives with lies...he killed himself.

Meanwhile, his son, Nick the Dick, was already following in his father's slimy footsteps, lying and conning and being a phony with the usual air-heads and shallow shits and preening BoHo Soho fashionistas and celebutards.

Father and Son...no respect for women, and perhaps the ones they fooled and fucked didn't exactly present themselves as anything more than shapely scumbags to be used and discarded. But Joe's son...he actually did dispose of one by drowning her in a bathtub. And, surprise, the jury convicted him. Nice looking fellow, huh?

It's strange, though, isn't it, that some beautiful paintings, beautiful music, beautiful poetry...has emerged from people who are best known now for their evil deeds. Then again, flowers grow out of shit.