The Musical Advice Column Is Back In Action!

I woke up this morning and realized that there is something very important missing in my life these days. That thing is none other than The Musical Advice Column.

So allow me to sing you a little ditty about how I'm back in action and ready to answer all of your questions:

In need of advice? You know what to do. Email me at hi.im_lauren@hotmail.com and I will melodically solve your problem (or at least get an annoying song stuck in your head).

A Radical Approach To Dating

I recently received this letter from one of my favorite fellow advice bloggers:

Dear Lauren the musical advisor,

I seem to have a hard time telling if a girl is crazy about me because she is crazy about me or because she is just crazy. It's hard, because, when girls are just crazy, they don't actually care about you... despite all the attention and "love" they give and ask for. I don't want to start being suspicious that every girl who wants me is that crazy. But I also don't want to settle for someone who is so sane that she becomes depressing, is loyal only because she appreciates security, or is just plain not that sexually interesting. Please give me a song about this subject!

Sincerely,

Anonymous fellow advice blogger

It was a letter that made me think. You'd think that because I am a girl I should have some profound insight into this type of thing. I really don't. But that won't stop me from singing about it.



And as I promised in the song, here is an application I created that can be used to screen potential love interests.

It's only two pages long. Click on each page to make it bigger. You can then drag it onto your desktop, print it out, and whip it out on a first date. I tried my best to make it gender neutral so that all of my readers can use it. Hopefully it will make dating a little easier and ultimately make the world a happier place.

Anyway, that's all for now! If you need any advice in the form of a song, be sure to email me! Also, I'm interested to hear your relationship application success stories. Hehe.

Over and out.

P.S: If you ever need relationship advice that is not completely ridiculous (i.e: advice that is actually helpful), visit this blog. :D

Look! I'm Alive!

Ack. I feel like it has taken me a million years to get a new song up here. I'm sorry it's taken me so long. Also, I apologize for missing any time-sensitive letters.

I am not dead or dying or anything like that. I really don't have a good excuse for not posting for an entire month. I just fell into a songwriting slump and found myself incapable of writing any music. It was awful but happens from time to time and is just a part of the creative process.

Ironically, one of the letters sitting in my inbox was asking for advice on writing. This is what it said:

I love to write, but I've been having trouble getting started lately. Well, I just haven't had a whole lot of time. Suggestions?

-Sarah

Tonight, I finally overcame my month-long creative dryspell and hammered out a response. It's not the best but hopefully it's better than a poke in the eye.



So, there you have it - The Musical Advice Column is back. :)

Need advice in the form of a song? Shoot me an email. I would love to hear from YOU!

Thanks for tuning in, amigos! I promise I won't wait a month this time to supply you with a new song. In the meantime, you can leave me comment love and let me know what you think of this song. :)

Over and out.

Response to The Guy Who Can't Get Over His Ex

Hey! I know it's been over a week since my last post and I apologize for getting behind on everyone's letters. I could throw my lame excuses at you...or I could just present you with a new song. I choose the latter. :)

So this email popped up in my inbox about a week ago:

How do I get over my ex girlfriend? I broke up with her over a year and a half ago and I still think about her almost every day. We haven't talked, but her lifestyle is beginning to concern me and I'd just rather be over her you know? This week I just found out she's become a PETA supporter. It's so unlike her. The problem is I still have friends that are friends with her, so every once in awhile I learn things about her I don't want to. Should I try hypnosis?

And here's my response to it:



It was cold in my house. I had to wear my fur coat. ;)

Anyway, that's all I've got for now. More songs in the works - expect more posts up soon. Thanks so much for reading! And as always, if you need a bit of musical advice, you know who to call!

Response to Lonely Lonestar: An Abysmal "Country" Song

Hey! It's been a crazy week around here. I'm kinda exhausted right now, but wanted to enlighten the universe with this fine nugget of musical weirdness before I crash for the night.

Got this comment last week sometime (from someone by the name of Lonely Lonestar):

So, I'm a big fan of country music and I've lived the classic country song life, every woman I've loved has left me in my pick-up truck with my dog. I was wondering if you could right me a song that makes women fall in love with me.

I'm not sure how to right a song. Maybe I can left you a song.

Okay, I'm done being obnoxious.

No, I lied. I'm really just beginning.



Hehe.

I'm gonna sleep now. Will have more songs up soon. Keep the letters rolling in. :D

Response to Nancy: When The Tornado Strikes

Good morning, Interwebs! Hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday. Things are a little crazy this weekend. My band has a show in Portland tomorrow night, so there's been a lot of last minute practicing going on (not to mention my ongoing debate with myself over what I should wear...). But I shall take a break from all of the pre-show chaos to bring you today's bit of musical advice. :)

So without further ado, here is today's letter:

Dear Lauren,

I am stuck in Oklahoma and the tornado sirens are going off. I already put my cello in the bathtub and covered it with sofa cushions. The weather forecasters are saying that there is a tornado heading at me at 30 mph. Actually, they are using the terms "rotation" and "circulation", they aren't saying tornado. The advice they are giving is pretty epic: they say that everybody who is in a mobile home should evacuate right now. !!! Lol, Oklahoma. Should I cower in my bathroom, or should I watch the storm?

Nancy

And here I am rocking the keytar in my sweatpants, telling Nancy to get the hell out of Oklahoma.



I'm so keytarded. Hehe.

On a side note, I started up a Facebook page for this advice column. You can become a fan here and recieve updates in your daily news feed.

That's all I've got for today. Keep the letters rolling in!

Response to Matt: And Now, A Cowbell Solo

On Sunday, I posted this song. It was a response to a girl named Jane who couldn't get her boyfriend to watch the show Glee with her.

And apparently, Jane's boyfriend (Matt is his name) reads this blog. It didn't take long for this comment to creep up under the post:

First, nice work on the Glee song. I particularly liked your composure while your dog was sniffing around. Secondly, I'm Jane's boyfriend and your right Glee is a slightly homosexual show. But that’s not why I don’t want to watch. I'm a musician myself and can enjoy all types of music, even if it's on a crappy tv show. The reason I don’t want to watch is because Jane sings along with all the songs and it drives me crazy. I love the girl, but singing was not a gift she was given. Actually, I would love to get some advice on how to get Jane to stop singing. If you could work in an accordion and a cowbell that would be gold. Pure gold.

Playing the accordion and the cowbell simultaneously is a skill I have not yet mastered. So I enlisted the help of my good friend, Steve the Cowbell Master. Here is the resulting freakshow of a video:



Enjoy!

Things to look forward to: a song about how to survive a tornado, a country western song, and more!

If you need musical advice on anything, don't hesitate to shoot me an email! I am here to meet all of your campy musical advice needs. :)

Response to Girlfriend of A Dirty Man: Freeloading Boyfriend

Warning: This post is all kinds of ghetto fabulous!

This letter popped up in my inbox on Monday night:

Dear Dr. Lauren,

My boyfriend and I moved in together last September. It's been great, but we have some issues when it come to cleaning the apartment. He's currently unemployed, and I work a decent amount. I feel like because he's home more, he should be doing the majority of the cleaning. (Plus, I do all of the cooking.) He agrees with me that this is fair. However, his idea of what "clean" is is different than mine. I'm not a neat freak or anything, but to me, closing the bedroom door so company doesn't see the piles of dirty laundry on the floor doesn't count as clean. And neither does just spraying some air freshener instead of cleaning the cat litter box.

Occasionally, I get mad and just say I'll do the cleaning myself so that it's done right, but he gets offended by this.

What should I do?

- Girlfriend of a dirty man (and not dirty in a good way)

I'm not really sure why I felt the need to answer this letter with a terrible hip hop song. Perhaps it's to make up for Monday's folk music monstrosity. Or maybe it's because I'm secretly addicted to The Black Eyed Peas right now and good ole Fergie is rubbing off on me.
Anyway, here I am, the whitest girl in the universe, attempting to break this beat and give a bit of advice.



Word out.

Response to Tall Brunette: The PMS Song

The Musical Advice Column has been online for a week now and I am totally astonished at how many people are into it. What started out as a weird, late-night idea is quickly becoming a daily songwriting project. I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks so much for tuning into my little corner of the web and leaving me your kind comments. Also, thanks to those of you who have written in! I am having a ton of fun reading your letters and coming up with responses.

There are some good things in the works for this week: an accordion/cowbell number, a country western song, advice on how to deal with messy boyfriends, and more! I'm even going to start bringing in a guest musician or two to keep things interesting.

But enough about all of that. Here's today's letter:

When I'm on my period, everyone hates me and thinks I'm a total mega bitch. And also, sometimes I'm an ultra bitch to stupid and mean people, but then I blame it on my period (which I might not actually be on.)
Do you know I can be a woman AND keep my friends? Do I need to do hand out bullet proof vests for every week out of four?
Or should I just get my lady parts removed?

xo
Tall Brunette

Aaaand here's the part where I break into a cheery little tune about PMS:



That's all. Happy Tuesday. Or Wednesday, since Tuesday is almost over and many of you will read this on Wednesday. Yes. Happy Wednesday.

Response To Doesn't Like Douches: Love Is Blind

Two days ago, I received the following letter:

I have a good friend whose boyfriend (of almost 3 years) I cannot stand. He’s obnoxious, bigoted, uneducated, hates her gay male friends (...and girlfriends... and straight guy friends), tries to control how she spends her money… He’s jealous, ruins most social outings, disrespects her privacy and is an all-round douche of a human being. He’s done enough douchey things that I just can’t get over it, even though she “can.” They both understand that I dislike him.

After a couple years of trying to "play nice", last summer I told her I never want to see him again. This has so far been pretty easy to do since they don’t live together, and he likely won’t ever commit to her in a meaningful way. Just wondering though, am I going too far? Should I just accept it and try to be civil with him? Not refusing to see him would mean doing more social things with my friend, and now that I am dating someone too, doing things together might be an option. I'm running out of good excuses to say no to hanging out (when he's involved), although she's silly for even bothering to ask me.

Also – what if they DO move in together?

Should I stick to my guns and pretend he doesn’t exist and wait around for when they inevitably break up?

I would like my advice to be in the form or an 80s pop song… or a folk song. Whichever works best!

-Doesn't Like Douches

I decided to challenge myself and go for the folk song option. The result is mildly horrific:

Yeah...guitar is not my main instrument...

Stay tuned for more musical advice. I've been getting some pretty great letters lately. Keep them coming, world! I'm kinda having a blast with this. :)