Return to diminishing returns for the ears and soul (idea)

Whether your entry point into the [magick] of [pop music] is "[Tutti Frutti]", "[She Loves You]", "[Under My Thumb]", "[I'm Eighteen]", "[White Riot]", "[Territorial Pissings]", or "[Papua New Guinea]", you'll eventually reach the point of diminishing returns. You continue like a [junkie] desperate to reach the heights of those first few hits of [heroin] (you may end up like one of those aging [Teddy Boys], looking like a down-market [Fat Elvis]), or [move along], akin to doing [Ken Kesey]'s "[Acid Test Graduation]".