“Great Sex Can Ruin Your Life” Will Ruin Your Ears

Dr. BLT’s magnum opus, “Great Sex Can Ruin Your Life,” is now being promoted by Time magazine’s Blog of the Year.

There’s a lot more I could say about this, but I really don’t want to ruin everybody’s New Year by giving them visions of Hindrocket and the Big Trunk tag-teaming Deacon.

Oh, and Happy New Year.

(Thanks to reader Rotwang for the tip.)

 

Comments: 29

 
 
 

My guess is that no regular visitor or contributor to Powerline will be “ruining their lives” in the forseeable future. More great sex and ruination for me!

 
 

My guess is that no regular visitor or contributor to Powerline will be “ruining their lives” in the forseeable future. More great sex and ruination for me!

 
TwistTieCollector
 

I’m underwhelmed. The music is the closest to a broken record (here in the digital age), repeating an annoying lick ad nauseum…sounds like the soundtrack of a bad cartoon.

Doc Sammich, what was/is your point, or was pointlessness your goal? Bravo! Success! A million monkeys at a million beat machines couldn’t do any better.

 
 

Doc Sammich, what was/is your point, or was pointlessness your goal?

The goal was to convey the monotomy of a phenomenon that is dubbed as exciting—“great sex.” I’m not talking about real great sex, but what is generally sold as “great sex” by the media.

“repeating an annoying lick ad nauseum”

Sometimes when you talk about your creative intentions with a song, you spoil the whole experience, but if you’d like me to spell it out, “repeating an annoying lick ad nauseum, ” and the monotone vocals ala George Bush 41, were intentional.

Go to http://www.drblt.com
There you will find a variety of songs, some monotonous, others, not so monotonous. Some political, some apolitical. Some country, some rock, some rap, some pop, some “Christian rock,” some folk, some rockabilly, some punkountry, some funkountry and soon, some jaw-breaker-bubble-gum (a style I invented that crosses bubble gum sap and punk rock) some cover tunes, and on and on, ad nauseum. It’s my free mp3 jukebox, aka my nauseumuseum.

 
 

Dr. BLT, you forgot to take your sock off.

You need to learn the ways of ironic sock-puppetry.

 
 

Bwah-hah. Busted shilling for himself. I’m guessing the biggest risk for Bacon Bits from great sex is a nasty wanker canker.

 
 

sad, sad, little man.

 
 

Oh, well, there you are. Way to go, BLT.

 
LA Confidential Pantload
 

Hey, we’re getting ready to start a new year, give the Doc his props. I’ve never seen him post anything nasty here at S,N. I mean, his music and politics suck limp horse cock, but good manners should count for something.

 
 

He already gave himself his props.

 
 

The Doc’s a nice guy, honestly. You can disagree with his politics (and I do) or his music (and I do x1,000,000) but I can’t fault him as a person.

 
 

Wait just a minute here. Doesn’t he get graded down, good person wise, for being chronically condescending? For patronizing those sorry little liberals? What about the hopelessly simplistic psychobabble? The egregious puns? And don’t even get me started on the hat!

 
 

STH, at least he doesn’t devolve into insane ranting and online-comment-revival rhetoric (“I cast Satan out of this blog by the power of JEEEESSSSSSSUUUUUUUS!”).

For an example, check out the “shoelimpy” and “angelannie” trolls haunting Jesus’s General this past week. Start with the Intelligent Design thread and move up.

There’s probably enough deviant behavior on display that Doc BLT could give you a clean diagnosis.

 
 

I wonder what the purpose of this song is? Presumably its meant to be a loving moral caution, but how effective is it in that role? I mean, it’s not like anyone is going to hear it, suddenly comprehend the error of their ways, and stop having (extra/pre-marital) sex.

There’s no argument presented that isn’t widely known, and those reasons that are presented are without the nuance to appeal to the listener’s logic, nor the psychological depth to speak to the listener’s heart. So what purpose does it serve, then, except to reassure those who already agree with the song’s message that they’re right, and aggravate those who don’t agree with its condescension?

Not much of a choice — either it’s an exercise in incompetence or self-righteousness.

These quotes from Dr BLT are telling:
so I thought if the liberals hated it, the song may be one of my better ones…It’s my right-wing New Year’s advice to all of those young liberals out there spreading STDs around like they were going out of style.

Well, I guess it’s successfully served its second purpose.

 
 

There’s a lot more I could say about this, but I really don’t want to ruin everybody’s New Year by giving them visions of Hindrocket and the Big Trunk tag-teaming Deacon.

(Bashes head against computer desk, screams)
Must… burn… image… from… brain… ARGGHH!!!

Happy New Year Ladies, Gentlemen… and Brad.

 
 

I love you all. After all, much of the motivation and inspiration for the latest songs I’ve been penning come from right here at “Sadly, No!”

Bittersweet inspiration is the best inspiratioin of all. You guys should actually give yourselves some credit (or blame) for some of these songs.

Then, of course, there are the royalties, but if I have no interest in making money off of any of them, and my motives are simply atruistic, then I guess that won’t amount to much. I must give all of you props. You made me the reluctant underground cult anti-hero before I became the reluctant blog star.

 
 

BLT, you’re about as reluctant as a $20 hooker… when offered $50.

 
 

I swear, Marq, when Power Line dragged me into blog stardom, they had to literally drag me, kicking and screaming—- kicking and screaming for joy that is! You know me too well, Marq, and that’s a bit scary! My philosophy is, if you’re going to be a ho, you might as well make a hoedown out of it.

BTW, some of you are missing the point of song blogging. (I get to make up the rules since I invented the phenomenon that still hasn’t caught on).

It’s not like being a rock star where every recording has to sound perfect and every song has to make sense. It is more like an altered form of posting. You are basically making a blog entry, but putting it to music.

Need I remind you of my vision of a blogophere of the future in which blog sites are more like virtual versions of coffee houses of the early 60s, when poetry and music were relied heavily upon as forms of expression and political views are tossed around intermittently?

Well, I was just a young toddler when that was happening, but I did experience the coffee house revival of the 90s and that’s where I see the blogophere moving towards. It’s not about being the best performer or artist. It’s just kind of like knee-jerking folk singing, or talking, with music as the vehicle.

Folks just share for the sake of expression, for the sake of contributing to the sense of community. It’s like that Righteous Brothers hit, Rock ‘n Roll Heaven:
“Everybody’s got a song to sing, everyone’s a star.” I also have a dream about the blog sites of the future being about uniting, not dividing, with music being one of the tools for bridging the division between left and right. Hence, my phrase: Can’t we all just get a song?

 
 

Thanks for making my new years even more gosh dinged depressing.

 
 

Well, Pinko Punko, if my words and my songs, add no cheer to your new year, and, in fact, make them drear, I’d suggest an alternative musical prescription:

Try listening to Neil Diamond’s classic, “Song Sung Blue, and pay particular attention to the line, ‘
“When you take the blues and make a song, you sing them out again.”

 
 

Or you could, perhaps, as Johnny Cash suggested, “Get Rhythm”.

 
 

Now that was a low blow, GuinnessGuy. I really think you should apologize to Pinko Punko for that. How would you like to start the New Year with that sort of insult?

 
 

Hey, if a shoeshine boy and I can have it, an actual blog operator should, God knows…

 
 

That’s a great song, GuinnessGuy, and you won’t find a bigger Johnny Cash fan than myself. If only we all had as great rhythm as Johnny did. He’s a pretty tough act to follow.

 
 

Indeed it is: my dad is a huge fan, and as an aside: “Walk the Line” is one of the better movies I’ve seen this fall and winter. The old man loved it.

 
 

Yes, my wife and I saw the movie, and we both loved it. Have you visited the official Johnny Cash site? It is pretty cool.

 
 

*shrug* It’s a boring song, and didn’t give me any ideas on why great sex might ruin my life. Meh. Give me Tom Smith any day.

 
 

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