Swan. He has no other name. His past is a mystery, but his work is already a legend. He wrote and produced his first gold record at 14. In the years since then he has won so many others that he once tried to deposit them in Fort Knox. He brought the blues to Britain. He brought Liverpool to America. He brought folk and rock together. His band, The Juicy Fruits, single-handedly gave birth to the nostalgia wave of the '70s. Now he is looking for the new sound of the spheres to inaugurate his own Xanadu, his own Disneyland: The Paradise, the ultimate rock palace. This film is the story of that search, of that sound... of the man who made it, the girl who sang it, and the monster who stole it.
Anyway, what difference does it make? What choice do you have?
Where the hell do you think you're going, tinkerbell?
Look, Philbin, I am a professional. I have been in this business a long time. Now if I don't want to do a show, it's not because I got stage fright. It's because some creature from beyond doesn't want me to do the show! Now gangway!
Swan, this was scored for a chick! I'm not doing it in drag.
I can give you the power to create again. I can make you somebody!