Such a fanciful theory seems at odds with the rest of Sean's levelheaded persona (not to mention his music, which is more "Give peace a chance" than "Cold turkey has got me on the run"). One has to wonder just how he'll react to the next stage of the pop-star game, when rock critics begin dissecting his art and invoking not only his father's name but that of his half brother, Julian. Julian, you will remember, parlayed his remarkable vocal and physical resemblance to his dad into a short-lived mid-'80s career. (Ironically, Julian's first album in seven years, Photograph Smile, will be released in Europe May 18one day before Into the Sun hits the racks.) Is Sean braced for the inevitable flurry of odious comparisons? Grand Royal president Mark Kates thinks so, calling Sean "wise but not jaded" when it concerns the entertainment business. "I'm not a terribly naive person," notes Sean.
Maybe not. But every once in a while, the kid in him shows through. Like when he describes his mother's reaction to one of his first press notices, a very positive New York Times review of his March 18 show at Manhattan's Mercury Lounge: "My mom called me, and she was, like, crying on the phone, 'Oh, they gave you such a good review. It's so beautiful.' And I was like, 'Mom, don't cry. It makes me uncomfortable.'" As the star-making machinery starts to roll, it's got to be nice to know Mama's watching the wheels.
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