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Club Zayante was established when owner Tom Louagie bought a country club in Zayante that had been built in the 1920s and had sat vacant for 5 years. For the first year, Louagie operated the business as it had been before he bought it, which included putting on wild west parties and family nights. Louagie eventually had the idea to bring musical performances to the club, and playing regurlaly in the early days were locals Jill Croston (Lacy J Dalton) and Bob Brozman. National acts who played there included Ramblin' Jack Elliot, Hot Tuna, Neil Young, John Lee Hooker, and Albert Collins. The scene at the club became more and more wild, with nude swimming at the pool. In 2006 the club burned down and Tom Louagie, who still lived on the property and rented out rooms, was burned severely.
- Real Times Back in the '70s, Club Zayante embodied the 'real' Santa Cruz, by Louise Brooks, Metro Santa Cruz, March 14, 2001, retrieved on August 10, 2010.
- Zayante landmark burns to ground, by Roger Sideman, Santa Cruz Sentinel, October, 27, 2006, retrieved on August 10, 2010.
2011-10-19 11:52:31 I was a regular at Club Z in the 70s and have many fond memories. I even have photos taken outside and around the pool. What a great place! Is Tom Louagie still around? Richard Gambatese, Austin,TX —18.104.22.168
2011-12-22 22:26:36 I lived at club zayante in 2000-2001 and my ex and I were the only people to get married there, this place was a time warp it was awesome ! when i saw the pics of it having burned down again I was devastated, seeing our old room (used to be the kitchen before the first fire) nothing but sticks : ( Tom is still alive and kicking I just read a recent email from him <[email protected]> —22.214.171.124
I recall visiting Club Zayante once, probably in 1975, back in my pool-playing days. After a long wait for my turn at the table, I finally could use my skills to win. Then a funny thing happened -- some guy, called Ace, stepped up to the table, although it wasn't his turn, but he apparently was someone to reckon with. Well, I broke the rack, making the eight ball. He was allowed to rack again, and the results were the same. He did it one more time, and so did I. I used different breaks each time. Finally, on the fourth rack, instead of attempting another 8-ball pocketing, I called the head ball (the 1-ball) in the left side pocket. I executed that shot to perfection (and a bit of luck). We then played a regular game, and I probably lost, as all I remember then is going out to the pool and having a nice cooling nude swim. Ah, the good old days ...