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.
You know, you really ought to learn the employees names. –Yeah, I was thinking about that, but then I figured 'Hey, if this deal goes through next week, I won't have to.' It's not like I'm going to be inviting Dinkus and Boy Genius over for dinner.
Ah, I was just going to say that Ma means that we're all kowtowing to Madison Avenue and the Almighty Cash Register. Yeah. She means that Christmas has been exploited by Big Business. It's a victim of Crass Commercialism. –Oh, my. Did I mean all that?
Here's to the pencil pushers. May they all get lead poisoning, huh?