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

Here’s another clip of me and Gino Mari chatting about album stuff while songs and remixes from New Money play in the background.

This second video is about how we met and also tour disasters.

🎵 Logan Lynn – Rich and Beautiful (Xiu Xiu Remix)

👔 #GucciEpilogue by Alessandro Michele for Gucci

Pre-order New Money on vinyl, CD, and digital now from Kill Rock Stars at www.LoganLynn.gay

Have a good weekend!

💚❤️ #Gucci

Sex is cool and fun. Also I am a completely normal person and my hiding from attractive men who smile at me proves that.

📸 #Polaroid #Duochrome 600 Film, 2021

Thanks to everyone who tuned in for today’s Elliott Smith: Heaven Adores You livestream. It was great to celebrate this man’s life and music with you all.

The link to watch the film for free will be up for the next 72 hours. Go watch! 🖤 —> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1-3Ss3z3Go

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.

OLD PORTLAND’S LAST HOORAH! 🖤 LISTEN AND BUY HERE.

‪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.

‪Listen now at PDXpod.com, on iTunes, Spotify, SoundCloud, Stitcher and wherever else you get the talkies from. ‬

‪Thanks for chatting with me, Gregory Day! 🎧

I adopted Pretty Baby from Oregon Humane Society exactly 6 months ago today. They told me at the time that it could take up to 8 months for her to come to me or be comfortable in the new environment, but I just knew she was supposed to come home with me, so she did.

For about a year before that, I had been telling myself that I was going to bring a new animal into my home/heart/life once Jay, Gil and I finished this new record, and on our final day of mastering in the studio, I got sucked into the OHS dog adoption site, so I drove over to meet some pups.

As I came into the building, they had this giant tree with polaroids of lost or abandoned baby dogs under the banner “Home For Christmas”. I don’t even like Christmas, but for some reason the construction paper branches with tiny dog faces glued on them like ornaments pulled me in.

There were only 7 dogs left on what had clearly been a very well populated display at the beginning of the season. One of them looked so much sadder than the others. They thought she was two. A chihuahua mix who had spent her entire life cooped up in a tiny house with 98 other dogs and one very troubled animal hoarder.

This particular creature had never been held, never gone on a walk, never used stairs, never had a treat, and had spent her entire first 2 years locked inside, neglected and essentially fending for herself, before landing in doggie jail.

I asked to meet her. The attendant said “Now, if you are looking for a dog to go on walks with you, this is not the right dog. She may never be willing or able to go on walks due to fear.”

As I approached her cage, she growled and gave me ample verbal warning that she was not interested in making eye contact, so we didn’t. Instead, I went into one of the visitation rooms and waited for her to come see me.

When she finally got to the door, she refused come in — but my baby voice powers are too great for any creature to withstand. We stayed in there for a very long time together, first with the Humane Society volunteer, then by ourselves. She frantically looked for a way out for most of that time and I just kept saying “Who’s a baby? Who’s a pretty baby?” over and over to her. She eventually stopped trying to escape and accepted the chicken I had been offering and I figured if baby voice works here, it will definitely also work at home.

I told the attendant she was coming with me. They were all very concerned that I was adopting such a challenging individual without much forethought, but I understood who this dog was. We are the same. And she was not staying here, scared and alone, for another minute. They packed her up in a travel case for me and we left.

I was able to stay home with her over the days that followed. It was truly rough. She cried and growled and we continued to not make eye contact. I let her be, I sang songs constantly so she would get used to my voice, and my vegan fingers threw pieces of chicken her way before making any movements. This went on for 8 full days.

On our 8th evening together, right as I was really beginning to question what I had done to my previously quiet, easy life, something changed. She walked right up to me and wanted to be picked up, which I did then for the very first time. She stared at me really close to my face for what must have been an hour and wanted to hold hands periodically while she stared. She appeared to be crying what looked to be human tears; something I’ve never seen her (or any dog, for that matter) do before or ever since.

These were tears of gratitude. She had finally realized she was home. Safe. And that big scary human chicken man isn’t scary after all.

Today Pretty Baby is a happy, well-adjusted, queen. I hosted a retreat for my team at my house this week and she greeted everyone with tail wags and sniffs. No growls. No cries. No barks. No fear.

Love is powerful magic, friends. Living with this tiny lady the past 6 months and watching her move through her trauma by way of trusting and loving me has been one of the most healing, beautifully unexpected experiences.

Please go adopt someone that needs you!

I had such a great time with my favorite person in all the world (Jay Mohr) this past week while I was in LA. We hung out at the Hollywood Improv, caused a ruckus in Burbank, and I was his first-ever guest on the “Mohr Sports LA” podcast!

Listen to Episode 23 HERE. We go completely off the rails. Jay also featured my song “Break Me Down” at the end of Episode 26 HERE.

Here we are makin’ like Bert and Ernie with the baby ladies:

And here I am hanging out with LA Lakers owner Jeanie Buss and the baby ladies:

Oh, and here’s Jay talking about me on stage at the Hollywood Improv:

I love this man so much it hurts!

Check out photos from the week here: Read the rest of this entry »

by Jay Mohr, 7/20/2016

Album: ADIEU.
Artist: Logan Lynn
Score: A+

Logan Lynn’s ADIEU. is a victory for the broken bones and bruised hearts that support our heavy souls.  Impossibly, yet beautifully, ADIEU. makes no claims to anything other than a simple truth: Life is awful, until it’s not.

From the first sentence on the first track (I like it All The Time) Logan Lynn plants a flag of newfound, possibly tenuous independence, singing “Some like it rough, I like it all the time.”  The puzzle pieces that come into view as the album progresses reveal that “it” could be anything from love, pain, pleasure, criticism, praise or friendship.

ADIEU. is an enormous accomplishment in its ability to keep listeners guessing and re-guessing who Logan Lynn is, and where in this galaxy he comes from. In each track, the truth is always there, a scavenger hunt of feelings with constant payoffs — sometimes hidden on the surface, beneath the surface and so far below cold dark waters that you haven’t even noticed you’ve been dragged under and into his life.  After all, this is, an album about life; a life of suffering; a life of love lost; a life of love found; a life of confusion; a life identified as having value and reclaimed.

Logan’s lyrics are unequaled. They are his and his alone. To cover a Logan Lynn song would be identity theft. A heist. Grand larceny. Break me Down (the best song on the album) is so honest and truthful that with just one pass through the lyrics you feel like an intruder. A spy. A fly on a wet wall about to drop into a broken hearted lap and ruin what remains of what was once an incredible party.  The lyric “Tell me you love me and I’ll kill it with you in time” is such a powerful admission from a co-conspirator; both parties knowing full well their love cannot last, but begging for acknowledgement of what was once the greatest, most fulfilling, shared experience.

I advise you to walk blindly into this album and just sit still. Lynn does all the work for you. It’s his life’s work and it has taken him a few lifetimes to get here. Logan is a brave, brave artist. Read the rest of this entry »