It sure has been an eventful year so far. From releasing my record “Tramp Stamps and Birthmarks” in December of last year, then building a live show and touring it this past summer, to Miley Cyrus blowing my world up this past September, to a mountain of personal triumphs and tragedies the likes of which you will have to wait to hear about in my book (which is also a real thing as of this year), I am left feeling lucky to be part of something so moving.

I feel so thankful to have all of you in my life still after all these years. It’s pretty incredible, actually…and I do not take it for granted. I am so lucky I sometimes can’t believe it.

A lot of people have worked really hard for a really long time to make this amazing thing happen with my music, and I am just so grateful for each and every one of you who has ever worked with me on a song or video, shared a stage with me at a show, or bought one of my records and played it for your friends. Every good thing that has been happening to me lately is because of all of your love and dedication, so…THANK YOU!

My life is in the midst of what can only be called a huge transition this year, and it’s a lot to take in, so I am doing my best to breathe and move very slowly. I’m sure I will miss things, and I’m sure I will fuck things up along the way…but I feel hopeful about the future and am just so excited about that.

This week I wrapped a top secret feature film that we have been shooting for the better part of the last two years, which I can’t tell you any more about until after the new year, but I am so excited to share this piece of my life with you soon. Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this process. Making movies is hard, y’all!

…and last, but not least, Gino Mari and I have been camped back out at The Country Club studios in Portland and we are already 4 songs into laying down this new record. I’ve never felt so connected, so viscerally involved, with a group of songs in my life. This experience has been nothing short of spiritual so far, full of heartbreaking, sometimes impossible moments to face – and yet, it’s sounding beautiful and just so right.

We’re thinking we will probably release a single sometime in the Spring to give you a taste of what we’ve been up to, so…just make it through winter and I promise to make it worth your while.

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That’s all for now, my dears. I hope this finds each of you happy and well and that you eat to your heart’s content on Thursday!

xx – Logan

Mother’s Day today has me thinking about my own mom, how our relationship has changed over the years, and how lucky I feel to be where we are today together. Our story is one of deep struggle and even deeper joy, all held together by an unbreakable bond which was no doubt formed lifetimes ago.

My mother has always been a strong woman. Growing up in the same oppressive church that I did, she was held down for many years by traditional religious ideals and company which didn’t allow her to identify with this power, but those of us who have known and loved her all this time know that she is a beautiful, powerful force of nature, and she always has been.

Her loving sweetness, her well-read brain, her deep, complex inner life, her quick wit, her fierce loyalty, her earnest desire to be good; to know and accept the truth, and to be forgiving when others fall short, all make up her character and feed into a bright light about her. She brings this light with her when she enters a room, and all who find themselves in her presence are illuminated by it. I have watched this happen in dark corners of buildings, as well as in the darkest corners of my heart, for my entire life.

I learned how to cry from my mother; how to get in touch with my raw feelings and let them out when the world is too mean to keep them in. These skills have been life-saving at different points in my being here. My experience of growing up gay in the Midwest, even sometimes from those closest to me, was that there was no room in the rural Christian landscape for a sissy like me. My mother never once made me feel this way. She took me to dance class when I wanted to go, and she sat proudly at my recitals. She bought me Barbie dolls when I wanted them, and while I’m sure it must have scared her, she always seemed to celebrate my being different.

When I was older and troubled from the battle scars of my youth, my mother once again loved me through her fear. She marched bravely toward death as Read the rest of this entry »