Whole Logue family misses you my brother

Zichrono livracha. May your memory always be for blessing. Love you forever little brother.

Missing you much. Always in my heart.

Miss you Jase, tremendously, we’re thinking of you today

Jason will be so missed- he was a bright light. I think he would agree. Never was there a more confident and caring soul. Rest in peace Jase.

My condolences to the family.
I met Jason a couple of times during my real estate career in Northern Virginia, he was a great person to have a conversation with. Rest in peace Jason we'll miss you in our Vylla meetings.

Our hearts are broken hearing of Jason’s passing. He had such a good soul. He will be forever missed. Sending love and prayers to his entire family.

I’ve had the privilege of working along side Jason for 9 years in real estate. We were business partners but more importantly friends. We talked everyday about everything under the sun. He encouraged me when I was down. I will never forget his smile and selflessness. He was a team player and always put others before himself. Knowing him made me a better person. I could always call on him if I needed help or just anything in general. I will miss him dearly. My heart is severely broken learning of his passing. My heart goes out to his family and everyone that knew him.

If Jason was your friend, he was your friend forever. I took for granted that he was always a phone call away. No matter what was going on in his life he showed up for his friends. I spoke with him the Friday before he passed away and I had no idea that would be the last time we spoke.

Thank you Jason, for always making me laugh. Your energy, charm, and charisma will be deeply missed. I take comfort knowing that you will be watching over all of us. May you Rest In Peace dear friend.❤️

I don't know where to begin. My heart is broken!! There are so many memories that came rushing to the forefront of my mind when I heard the news. Jason was one of my closest friends. My twin brother Dennis and I met Jason in 1990 at Essex Community College. We had so much in common, we both loved the same music, had similar taste in girls and cars. Jason turned me on to the VW scene and we worked on our VW's constantly. Jason was like a brother. We went to school together and we went clubbing together. Jason turned me on to the DC underground. I dont know how many times we would get lost in DC searching for underground parties. My first time flying in an airplane was with Jason....we traveled to Chicago to stay with Jason's friend Rich....we went out and bought groceries and had a cookout as a token of appreciation to Rich for letting us stay at his roach infested apartment. We went to the Martini Ranch(I think) then to the Crow Bar. One of my fondest memories was when we would call 2Pac on the phone and talk to him before he would go onstage with the Digital Underground. Once we grew up a little, we moved out on our own and we lived together for many years. We had some incredible times together....we were together pretty much 24/7...living together, working together and partying together. When I got married in 1999, we lost touch a little as I began building my family while Jason took the baton and became the point man on the "scene". I don't think Jason minded as we shared the same taste in women and his competition was 1 guy less...I am going to miss you "bro" and I am sure we will meet again one day....I will listen for the "thumping" beat as I'm sure you will be where the music is getting your groove on. Stay cool "Kool J".

When I met Jason in middle school, we discovered that our families went way back. I was a year ahead of him and was so happy when he also came to BSA. We rode the bus together every day. Hung out. Talked. Really talked. He helped me through my heartbreaks and I helped him through his major crush. And we all know it was a big one.
He was like a brother. I’ve heard many people say that about him. For three years we had the owner of the market on Charles st. near our bus stop convinced that we were siblings. Even when we tried to come clean my senior year the owner didn’t believe that Jason wasn’t my little brother. I think it was because you could tell we would do anything for each other. 
He was devoted to the people he cared about. Even after I left he country and hid away from my past, he found me and never let me forget that he was my friend. He was adorable and strange and funny and talented and loving. And I miss him. There are so many memories. Beautiful and silly ones. Zichrono livracha Your memory will always be for blessing, my little brother. I love you always, Jason.

My condolences to the family. Words just cannot express how much you will be missed. Jason came to work for me in 2015 as an agent and it was such a joy to have him on my team. He was such a kind person and the ultimate Real Estate Professional. Among his peers, Jason was well respected, loved and valued. He was also a friend and I will miss him dearly. Such a beautiful spirit you exhibited. Thank you for a giving us all such joy.

Danice B. Vaughan, 
Broker of Record MD VA D.C.
Vylla Home

The news hit me hard. 
I have lost someone that I counted as a friend nearly my entire adult life.

I met Jason Lichtstrahl while at Towson State University and we grew close regularly hitting The Metro, Calvert St Café / Playschool, The Club Charles, Godfrey’s, Cignel, and the Depot. Underage at the time, we were armed with expertly crafted fake IDs, which we didn’t need for long because we were such a fixture, out nearly every night of the week -- everyone just assumed we were legal. When we came upon a new blood at the door, it was Jason’s charm and humor would get us past security quite easily.

Our friendship was forged over love of underground club culture. We were not huge drinkers in those days, but rather, we wanted to be in the scene for the music and the people – especially the ladies. Jason was a huge flirt and never missed the opportunity to complement those he knew or hoped to know much better.

The passion for the “scene” bled into our studies. We were both Mass Comm majors – me because I wanted to play music that I thought it important to expose, whether it be on radio or in the club. Jason because he wanted to be a star – TV, film, radio – it didn’t matter. He wanted to follow in the footsteps of his fellow Baltimore School for the Arts alumni and friends.  He was honing his acting skills and longing to be discovered.

Baltimore nightlife was a bit different in the late 80’s and very early 90’s. Jason helped give me a fashion sense I was lacking coming from a suburban high school, one that used a Grateful Dead song as it’s prom theme. While I was deep into UK indie and goth, Jason gave me an appreciation of hip-hop like I didn’t have prior, and he dove full on into acid-house while I was still into industrial bands.

After graduation, the rave thing happened. The Orbit events were just starting and they felt like there were big changes happening – it was as if once a month all the clubs we loved merged into one, bringing out all the misfits, outcasts, queers, and music obsessed under one beautiful roof.  The darker sounds of goth and industrial were giving way to house music, techno, and UK break-beat. We were hooked. 

We had been hearing about the scene in Brooklyn, so Jason and I went road-tripping NYC for our first proper rave experience. It brings a huge smile to think about the excitement we felt crossing the Verrazano bridge, heading to Sonic Groove Records to buy tickets and get directions to our first Storm Rave. We were like kids in a candy store, on our birthday, seeing snow falling for the first time on Christmas morning -- all at once!

There are a few pivotal points in my life that were truly transformational, this trip and this event was a big one. The non-descript warehouse space filled with club lighting, an amazing sound system, a racially diverse mix of strangers that felt like we were all best friends, and the throbbing intense techno mesmerized us for hours and left us with a story we couldn’t wait to tell anyone who would listen.

Had it not been for Jason, I would not have made that life-changing trek up to Brooklyn. He regularly took me out of my shy and safe comfort zone, with his special blend of encouragement, peer pressure, and teasing. I am not sure if I ever thanked him for that – but I am sure he relished in my discomfort changing to joy before his eyes.

The unfortunate thing about that journey, as I look back, is it sort of marked the beginning of Jason and I growing apart. While he loved the rave thing, he was a bit of a fish out of water. He was not one for the baggy trouser casualness of a dirty warehouse. The scene was younger and less mature than the 21+ club scene we had become a fixture in, and he still preferred to belly up to the bar and hold court, looking sharp. 

On the other hand, I was inspired to make DJing and promoting my career, becoming very active professionally in hopes of advancing this new underground subculture that I had fallen in love with. I was running bus trips to Storm Raves and gathered a like-minded crew to help produce a fanzine and events of our own. Jason did see and appreciate the business potential of this passion. He was a kind of “silent” investor in our early events. He believed in what we were doing and how cool it was, even if he still preferred the more traditional bar scene.

A man of aspiration, Jason had too many other interests and was convinced that life in Baltimore was only temporary, on his way to stardom. He wasn’t going to get too wrapped up in the rave scene. However, he always knew how to work an angle. I remember being backstage at an HFSTival where I was DJing and here comes Jason with that giant Cheshire Cat grin I was all too familiar with. Around his neck was a laminated pass with the words “Atomic Vibe” – the name of our original ‘rave’ crew. He admitted that he would use that name, and the fanzine we produced, to gain access to events, even though that crew and fanzine hadn’t been around for about 5 years. His charm and resourcefulness at work. How could I be mad at that? Quite the contrary, we hugged and laughed our asses off about it. He was still friends with a lot of industry types and he could have asked any number of us for guest-list or VIP access, but he liked to do it on his own, even if it was a bit deceptive.

While we drifted apart, he never let too many months go by without phoning me to catch up. He loved to dish about the latest gossip of Baltimore Clubland – he would pick my brain about openings and closings, music trends, what Scott Henry and Charles Feelgood were up to, and of course, what events he should make an effort to get too. He would lament about how the seen had changed for the worse – always trying to convince me to open another venue, but this time with him. 
It was great when he did make it out -- I loved looking up while DJing and seeing him busting his moves. We would catch up for a minute, he would poke fun at me about something, make a self-deprecating joke, and get back to flirting with a female that was far too young for him.

I am so very grateful that Jason kept our friendship alive with his regular calls. I am proud to have been his friend when he needed a friend. I wish I could have done more. I wish we could have had that in-person catch up last week instead of planning for it this week. This week’s meet up won’t happen now. I don’t know all the details as to why, and frankly, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the opportunity is gone and I won’t get that back. I hope and pray it is because he is in a much better place and is at peace. I am sure when we do meet up again, I will most certainly get “the gas face”.

RIP My Friend.

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For those that would like to express their love and friendship for Jason and his life, there will be an informal memorial get together at…
Abbey burger
Mt. Washington
1604 Kelly Avenue Baltimore MD. 21209
Sunday - June 27th
1pm-4pm
Jason would definitely want us to come together, share drink, cry a little, laugh a lot, and share how much he meant with each other. Dress is as formal or informal as one would like, but Jason will definitely be judging your fashion sense from above.

Jason was not just my best friend, but truly a brother. In the 38 years I knew him, he was deeply woven into the hearts of all of my family, friends, and people close to us. For many of us he was the glue that kept us together. He made me laugh, frustrated, happy, sometimes all at the same time. I miss him already beyond belief. I miss his quick wit, his padded shoes, his strangely off color facial cover-up, his indignant texts, his obsession with the cleanliness of his cars, his red little male purse, his Thanksgiving and Christmas migration to the Logue house, his regular Sunday calls, his love for my daughter Charli, but most of all just knowing he was there and always willing to be a great friend. At the heart of it, he was the most sweet and loyal of souls I will ever know. 
To Jason: I miss you so much and love you my brother, you will always be in my and our hearts