My mother always tells me, “all things are subject to change”. There are many ways to look at that statement. Over the years, I’ve noticed that my interpretation of this very simple phrase has had many incarnations. I’m sure what it means to me now will change again. Perhaps!
Thought is the great instigator of change, whether conscious or unconscious. Thought comes before action and as such all actions can be controlled through thought. Like all skills, thought control requires commitment and consistent practice to achieve great command.
The point I am making is that, things really change to fit our perceptions of them. Our changing perspectives are the real agents of change in the world. Case in point, you meet someone, you think you hate ‘em. Somehow you get to know them and then become friends. Did they change, or did you change your perspective on them. Or both? This is perspective adjustment.
Another example, you’ve always been skinny. You are tired of being skinny so you decide to change your self image. You start lifting weights. You’re body responds and you start to look more and more muscular like you envisioned yourself. Had your self image not changed from skinny to muscular within yourself, would you have bothered even lifting a finger? This is perspective adjustment.
I’m starting to realize that perspective adjustment is a lifestyle choice that fosters emotional and mental fitness just as physical exercise does the body. A never-ending process like working out, it should ideally never end as long as one is alive. Fitness is not an end but a process and must be maintained and improved upon. As you change, your goals change and so on and so forth. “All things are subject to change”.
Think about it!
Logan P. McCoy @ work.
I wrote this song without really thinking about it. Like a lot of my friends, I don’t really know my father. The circumstances for this fact may very well be very different than those of my peers. Nonetheless, we all ended up in the same condition of single parent upbringing.
This is where I take a minute to thank all the courageous strong willed mothers who raised us knuckle headed men by themselves. I gave my mother hell in a smooth way but she managed to break and mold me into the man I am today. Thank you Ma!
Funny enough, it was my mother who kept drilling into my head the value of forgiveness. With her strong Christian ethos, she always stresses the value of forgiveness and how it’s our duty to forgive those who fault us. I guess all those years of relentless drilling finally penetrated.
See, for a long time, I didn’t realize that I held a grudge against my father. It was so suppressed and buried that I just thought I was indifferent. To be honest, I just didn’t think about it. In retrospect I guess I was angry with him. I expressed my anger in ways seemingly isolated from the real cause.
Anyhow, the point I am trying to make is that, I didn’t really realize how angry I was until I forgave him. Naturally this process of forgiveness happened over time as I learned to channel my anger via creative outlets instead of my former enraged emotional outbursts.
I have no idea where this song came from. It came about as a result of merely trying to demonstrate to someone I know how to write a song about personal triumph and growth. To give him a clear example, I set out to write a song about my father. Before the pen hit the paper, I had no idea what I was going to write. The moment I started moving the pen, I went in a trance. Within a half hour, I had the words to the song. Remembering that I had a beat that would fit since it expressed the emotions within the words, I turned my computer on and proceeded to record what I had written. Within the hour I had a finished song.
Whoever came up with the now cliché “forgive and forget” was on to something. It’s really a burden to begrudge someone and then carry it around all your life. “Forgiving and forgetting” is the equivalent of dropping that unnecessary load of un-forgiveness we all bear.
I forgive you Pop!
This is the first song I am posting from the forthcoming 888. It’s called “Tyrone’s Letter”. Enjoy!
This is a track I just finished recording about a half an hour ago. An old friend of mine, Dj Mentos sent me a few beats via facebook. I rarely check my page so I didn’t realize they were there until now. Anyhow, he asked me to record something to one of them and this is it. I like the beat a lot. It’s more like a scratch first draft recording but I like the grittiness and rawness of it. Mind you, I haven’t spoken to Mentos in years. This is our first real communication. He designed the original third message logo and Sdaerd’s Unexpected cover.
The track is crazy Mentos. Good to know you’re still at it.
I took a bit of a break from the day to day artist grind to reflect on life for a bit. I am learning that inspiration comes strongest for me during these breaks. This break was rather inspiring because I got to really understand the concept of living in the present. Trivial issues can easily distract one long enough to thwart one’s focus from the attainment of one’s real desire. It’s hard to focus with a flurry of punches coming at you. That is life, she never stops swinging.
To properly spar with life and emerge victorious, focus is needed. For me, focus on the process will naturally bring about the goal. Thinking about the step I’m taking now naturally leads to the next, then the next, so on and so forth till my goal is attained. But contemplating the thousand mile journey as a whole can be quite daunting. Taken a step at a time, from the present’s perspective it looks less gargantuan a task.
This mere shift in perspective puts one right in the present. The present, in it’s omnipotent power permeates all and from it’s eyes, we have the uncanny ability to peer into the past while projecting into the future. I’ve learned that in the present (literally the gift) is where true power lies.
The future will always be bright as long as the present is bright. A
bright futureis yet to be attained. A bright present is Here Now or Now Here or Nowhere! It’s all how you look at it.
I am alive, well and breathing now. All the necessary ingredients to do with life as I please. I am grateful!
Logan P. McCoy.
Hey what’s up?
My name is Logan P. McCoy, but you can call me Lucky Logan. I’m a musician. The style I do is Rhythm and Poetry, otherwise known as Rap music. To be quite frank, I am the real deal. I’ve put in over ten thousand hours honing my craft. Record labels and other such industry gatekeepers seem to think I’m too deep for mainstream audiences. Underground purists think I’m too mainstream for them. Caught in the middle, I’ve decided to create my own niche. This is where you come in. I need you to check out a new album I just released. It’s called Reincarnation Of Cool. You can hear it on my website: www.luckylogan.com. Believe you me, this will change all you thought hip hop could be.
Thanks for reading, and happy listening.
Sincerely yours,
Logan P. McCoy.
www.luckylogan.com
P.S. I’m also a producer. I make and sell original beats from my site as well. So all you indie film-makers, video game developers, ad-agencies and other multi-media developers who need fresh new music for your various projects, check out www.luckylogan.com.
This is my first foray into Dancehall. I grew up listening to a lot of Dancehall music. I remember going to sound clashes in the the early nineties in Brooklyn. (LP was my favorite sound by the way.) Biltmore Ballroom, Golden Pavilion (GP), The Ark, and a few others I can’t think of now. Even the house parties were crazy at that time. Here’s is my tribute to a time long gone. A fun time that will only live in memory. Without further adieu, I introduce you Wally Winks and this Lucky Logan produced song, ”Damn! We Hot”.
The Path
I’m riding up the road of life
Seeing the signs, I’m probing it like
I’m strolling in light, gloating inside
Knowing I’m quoting it right
Gleaning insight
For decoding the meaning of life
It’s the path of the Christ
A highlander floating, boating through life
The prize is wisdom but the price is my life
What a sacrifice right?
Not my body’s, more my thought life in fact
To master my thoughts
Enough to walk out this trap
I’m all out to stack
I run a bank upstairs
Connoisseur, all my jewels are rare
Lucky Logan I am Solomon’s heir
Swallowing air, digesting life
Excreting what you hear
This is air for the soul
Fertilizer for the ears
Clears the eyes up, kills fears
A Jewish Bhudist
With Mohammed’s insight
I’m recycling life
With Haile Selassie’s might
These are symbols I write
A map for bikers and hikers alike
Take a trip inside let’s ride.
-Logan P. McCoy
