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...styles of the songs cover the entire spectrum of rock history. At one end is the droll "I Could Have Stood You Up," featuring Jordanaires-like "bop bop" vocals in the background, Chuck Berry sideman Johnnie Johnson's rolling piano in the foreground and whimsical lyrics like "My shoes walked down the street/Only trouble is they weren't on my feet." At the other end is the funky swagger "Big Enough," which plays with tricky tape loops and loud bass and drums...
VISUALLY, the ads are arresting and unique, slightly surreal, almost random. They feature very bright, vivid images that are usually accelerated or in some other way distorted. The voiceover sounds like an old radio announcer and the music is a tango played by violin and piano. The ads use light in a unique way so that shadows and bright spots seem connected to nothing...
...film, the shots of the vigils that followed John's death. Seas of bereaved fans cry and sway while singing along with "All You Need is Love." Members of John's family talk about how much they miss him. Finally, there is a clip of John at a white piano in a white room, singing "Imagine." As corny as the sequence sounds, it concludes Imagine: John Lennon in a manner likely to make anyone cry who still mourns for John and his lost promise, as well as that of the Beatles...
Introductory piano music was performed by Gary L. Negbaur '89, a friend of Wilson's who often played jazz with him. Two of Wilson's own music tapes were also played. The first was music Wilson had recorded before coming to Harvard. The second was a tape he made last spring for his friends' graduation...
...movie leaps from one character to another, weaving innumerable surreal symbols among them, as Waits struggles to decide whether the intensity and innocence of the unknown are lost or perverted in the star. The huckster squalls piano-bar ballads--I'm gonna hit the top, take New York, and hey don't ya love my band--Waits drives out his songs, pistol ricochets dubbed over the cracking of his boot heels, and Frank spins out his dreams...