Twin/Tone Records

Beyond Zebra

Five questions for Beyond Zebra’s Jason Logan:
1. Early Rock n Roll memories? …riding to school with my first drummer Ben in his Camaro listening to Van Halen. That was pretty awesome, especially compared to the other days when I carpooled with the school Librarian in a rusty old LTD that had some kind of toxic fumes circulating throughout the car. Actually, it was pretty nice of her to give me a ride. And I’ve got something on which to blame all of my lost brain cells.

2. How did you hook up with the Austin gang The Third Eye?
I went to the U of M, and made the unfortunate decision to stay in a dorm – a dorm that happened to be the same one where all the football players and sporty people lived. Sidebar: this was the dorm where a son of one of the big time U of M football coaches (Tinglehoff) was found to have stashed his collection of animal body parts under his bed. Good times. Needless to say, I didn’t quite fit in. As usually happens, I ended up sitting with the other disaffected youth in the lunchroom – we must somehow emit “I don’t belong here either” vibrations. It turned out a few of these like-minded kids were from Austin MN. One of them was Dave Krejci, and we became friends. I then met the Mike Nicolai and the Draghounds, also from Austin. We all got along pretty well – some of us ended up living together at a run down house over in SE.

3. Tell me about recording “Isn’t it Grand, Boys?” for the “Gone Today Here Tomorrow” CD.
We had Tommy Roberts bring a DAT and a stereo condenser mic down to our practice space in the Colonial Warehouse and we just recorded it live. Good tune.

4. How did Beyond Zebra collapse?
Greg I think had had enough of the touring lifestyle, and decided he didn’t want to pursue the rock life anymore. Grant wanted to do his own thing. It was a harsh blow at the time, because my whole life was organized around the band. But we sure had a great time (from what I can remember) and we’re all still friends.

5. Is your middle name rally “King”?
Yes. My uncle’s first name was King. That’s how it ended up coming to me. He played a mean boogie woogie piano.

by John Kass: Go Johnny Go