Sean Lennon (The GOASTT): Live Show Review

The son of my favourite Beatle came to town.

The son of my favourite Beatle came to town.

Yes, I need to say that twice because I’m still processing it. June 3, 2014.

He came to the Hoxton. I thought it was an odd choice for someone of his nature - like a kaleidoscope trying to find hospice in the darkness - but Sean Lennon was about to take the stage and I was going to be right up front.

The opening band was psychedelic enough to lay the ground work. It was getting meditative in there, and I was saying a prayer to John that I was about to see his son.

The lights took a while to come on but the music had started. It felt like the grumbling of a million ghosts living inside of me and I could feel his energy swirling around us. A stir in the darkness. A large black hat with a feather in it and long black hair.

The lights came up and I saw him 2 feet away from me, from the bottoms of his black leather boots to the top of his felt hat. 

He looked just like his father. He sounded just like him too. It’s moment like these where you’ll see a girl in the front row crying over what’s in front of her. It was all so overwhelming for me and I could feel his father’s presence. I saw John’s walk, his glance, his gaze, his tone. And my dream of being a Beatlemania gal secretly came true.

Sean’s mega model babe of a girlfriend is the bassist of their band the GOASTT which stands for Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger. Her base guitar is slung over her lanky shoulder as she looks at you singing through her microphone with a gaze deep enough to hypnotize you. Between the spell she was casting on me and the fact that Sean Lennon was an arm’s reach away was enough to have me spell bounded for life.

They sang their hit Animal and I felt like we were all swaying around a huge burning fire chanting “STOP RUNNING AWAY! STOP RUNNING AWAY!” My mind had ran away from me and I was in a daze.

The moments I will never forget are those when he looked down at me. Every now and then he would look at the hand on the neck of his guitar, and being directly under him, he glanced at me too. I felt like John was trying to communicate to me through his son. I looked up at the beacon that he is. A part of a soul of an artist that I idolized.

We waited outside for an hour after the show. The crowd that waited around stuck around the entire time. We were dedicated. Who wouldn’t want to meet the flesh of a Beatle?

And then he came out. Even though it was small and people seemed pretty chill, we swarmed toward him. People were taking pictures and there I was, standing in awe unable to move or let alone speak.

We followed him over to the dumpster. He lifted himself up on the guard rail and started talking to the 15 of us about how boring the Grammys were and his humble outlook on life was so incredible to hear. 

He was everything I hoped he would be.

Time was running out and he had to jet. He got up and snapped a few last photos. I owe it to my friend Matt who managed to flag him down for one last photo. Snap. And the memory will live on forever. I stand there in the photo with eyes so wide like the stars above us that night.

I was walking away completely stunned and managed to find a $5 bill in the gutter. Feeling pretty lucky I got to see him and let alone meet him.

Sean Lennon cast his spell on me.