I've got an idea for a TV show.
Herd a slew of 'popstars' and 'pop producers' into a 'retreat' for a week and while sorting their adenoids out inflict on them non-stop Miles, Billie, Jimi, Django, Edith, little Bobby D, mr Bob M, Velvets, Iggy, Janis, Robert J, Duke, Madame Redzepova, Gil, Joni, Frank, Woody, the Carters, Segovia, me, Bert J, T-Bone, Bessie, Charlie P & Charlie M and Dizzy. With a commentary from Ginsberg, Snyder, Brodsky, Carlin, Richard P, John Gallas, Byron, Burns, Naom Chomsky, and their friends.
Then send the insipid money-suckle dribblers back to their mothers with their nappies round their ears and their computerized voices jammed right up their arses.