Thank you to the Myspace Music Editorial Team for interviewing me this week about the Pulse Orlando tragedy and what my band is doing to help with the release of our new charity single, “Go There When You Want To Be Loved”, in support of the families and survivors of the tragedy.

You can read the full piece on the MySpace homepage today HERE, or check out the transcript below.

From MySpace Music: “Logan Lynn is Raising His Voice in the Face of Fear” (6/22/16)

As the victim toll rose from the shooting at Orlando’s PULSE nightclub on the morning of June 12, pop-rock singer-songwriter Logan Lynn, like many others, was shaken, saddened, and angry. He was also scared, and that was the emotion that would push him most. “My reaction to my own fear is to be louder,” he explains.

“I think a lot of my friends, and my band, and my producer, and my publicist, were all like, what the hell do we do,” he says of the days after the mass murder. The answer, they concluded, was to release Lynn’s latest single, “Go There When You Want To Be Loved,” ahead of schedule, with all of the proceeds going to support the recovery efforts in Orlando’s LGBT community.

“It made me feel like I wasn’t just sitting here helpless,” Lynn says of the decision. “I’m a gay man, so I can’t donate blood, even to save other gay men who are dying because they are losing their own blood, so it felt very much like I needed to do something other than sit on my hands.”

The song is a personal one for Lynn. “I wrote the song about feeling like I didn’t have a safe place in the world as a gay man. My struggle to find love, or acceptance, not just externally, but internally. This feeling like I’m a man without a country, I’m a man without a place to go.” Read the rest of this entry »

30 years ago I was hurt by a family friend in the house pictured here, just beyond that upstairs window, over the course of two years. When I left York, Nebraska in 1994 I swore that I would never return…and I have kept that promise to myself and others in the years since.

My sweet mom and dad were passing through that part of the country today and agreed to take some pictures of places where I felt that I had lost myself and send them to me.

So here is this shitty house with its stupid upstairs window, in all its small nothingness. It’s not big and scary like I have grown it in my mind all these years; It’s just a house like any other house in a town like any other town. This place has no power anymore, and neither does the man who hurt me there.