I released my 10th album this week and next year will be celebrating the 25th anniversary of the 1st one. Wild stuff.

I can’t ever tell if I am the hero or the villain of this story, so I usually land on: I am both. People are assholes and I’m one of them. Unlike most of you though, my entire humiliating human journey is on record. Every dark thought I had as a teenager is literally downloadable on iTunes, a quarter of a century later. It’s horrifying and liberating all at once, and has always felt this way to me. I made bedfellows with overexposure early on in my career because I had to as a result of my writing, not because I understood what that would actually mean 25 years down the road.

I’ve been writing songs about what’s happening in my life at any given time since I was a child, and began recording and releasing those songs professionally when I was 17 — still very much a child. Life was all the way off the rails for me back then, and so is everything I did and wrote during that time.

My discography exists in two parts: 1998-2008 sounds like drugs and violence because everything around me was drugs and violence. 2009-now sounds like a person putting things back together after all the drugs and violence. I do my best to stay compassionate with myself about the lot of it, and I am ultimately glad it all exists — but it’s so incredibly hard to look at, in parts. I was a very sad, unwell person for many years, and that comes through loud and clear in all of those tracks from before.

My songs have never been about answers, and they still aren’t. Even now, as a happy, well person, I am all questions and nothing else. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. These albums are just a reflecting pool; kinda hard to make out, quite like the years.

Some of you have been with me this whole time, others have joined at points along the way, and many of you are just getting here now. However you found me and my songs, and however long you have been around, I hope you all know how much it means to me that you are here.

And for anyone about to dig into my back catalog: Apologies in advance. It was the 90s and I was freebasing cocaine.

XO
Logan

I can’t believe my major label disaster From Pillar To Post turns 10 this year!

Not the greatest time in my life, as anyone who was even remotely tuned in back then will recall, but this record — and the signing that came with it — definitely gave me hope and something to live for while I was in, and then fresh out of the rehab that finally took.

Lots of really great people believed in me right then and gave me so many opportunities to become someone I just ultimately didn’t want to become. Looking back now it feels hard to imagine that person navigating all that he was navigating without going nuts, so I cut him slack for some of the messier parts where he did.

Anyway, thank you to The Dandy Warhols, Logo, Pati DeVries and the team at Devious Planet, the team at NewNowNext, Carlos Cortes, Jeremy Sherrer, cars & trains, Jacob Portrait, Ryan Wines and the Beat The World Records Team, Sidney McCain at Caroline Records, all those goddamn suits at EMI Records, and everybody else who was in my court for that whole ride.

There are too many of you to name, and it’s taken me a full decade to even wrap my head around it all, but I know for sure that I love each and every one of you, and that experience will always be ours.

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‪I’m a guest on The Weekly Portland Podcast this week alongside music legend Herb Alpert!‬ We talk about so many of my favorite people and collaborators during this interview — Jennifer Folker, Dahlia, Zia McCabe, The Dandy Warhols, Scott Simpson, Gil Assayas, Erik Carlson, Aaron David Gleason, Rian Lewis, Jay Mohr, Tiffany — too many people to list. We discuss “My Movie Star”, love, rescue dogs, Portland, addiction, recovery and more.

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‪Thanks for chatting with me, Gregory Day! 🎧

I can’t believe it’s been 11 years since this single premiered on MTV, Logo, VH1 and a bunch of other channels, radio stations, and like…MySpace, I guess?

It was the first time I had ever been on network TV or signed to a major label, and so many people were projecting things onto me at the time, working to mold me, and trying to help fit me into the big game somewhere. Anyone who was tuned in to my nonsense back then will recall, I did not respond well.

“Feed Me To The Wolves” was my first big break, but at its core it’s a song about me trying to survive cocaine addiction, and this video is the last time I would ever be filmed coked out of my mind or drunk. The fact that it was so celebrated at the time — that I was so celebrated in that state of actively, messily, visibly spiraling towards imminent death — seems so curious to me now, over a decade into my recovery.