A time of my life from about 15 years ago has been on my mind recently, memorabilia found, old friends contacted, that time of my life brought to the forefront of my consciousness lately. As a part of my recall, the Jaguar, reletively new and shiny, has it's 15 minutes of fame, a last gasp of greatness while Atari itself was crumbling. Set the way-back machine to late '96, early '97. I was fresh out of college, and ended up following a couple of college buddies to Southern California. We were staying at a hostile in Huntingtion Beach, meeting people from all over the world, from Europe and Australia and New Zealand, even Israel. It was a surfer's paradise, with individual surfers and teams from around the world coming to compete in the world-wide surfing cometitions held annually in Huntington Beach, CA. I already owned the Jaguar at this time, in fact, the PSX and Saturn were already out as well. But, I showed off my Jaguar one night to these guests of the U.S., most of whom had SNES's back home still, and all the new tech of the Jaguar was more than they had yet seen. I remember a couple of the Australians, among others, who were truly shocked by the Jaguar. I started with Doom, too which one of the Austrailian girls commented that the graphics were incredible and how they had nothing like it in Australia. Her boyfriend commented that the graphics, while impressive looking, wasn't what shocked him, but the way they moved (3D 360 degree, 1st person). I said "you haven't seen anything yet." Next I showed them AvP, and one of the girls said "It's like playing a movie!", then came Iron Soldier and Super Burnout and so on. They were mezmorized for an entire evening. I introduced Jaguar to representatives from around the world.
I don't beleive I've ever told this story to anyone before now, regarding the Jaguar and foreigners, or even about the situtation and time of my life I had In SoCal at the end of a millenium. But it wasn't something I remembered until I started search the old brain recently. I've got a million stories of my life and travels, enough to write a book about, like my experiences with friends in a band and Hollywood Blvd shows and partying, except for the fact that I can't remember all the details or know when I'll remember; I was not sober very often in that time of my life...
I don't beleive I've ever told this story to anyone before now, regarding the Jaguar and foreigners, or even about the situtation and time of my life I had In SoCal at the end of a millenium. But it wasn't something I remembered until I started search the old brain recently. I've got a million stories of my life and travels, enough to write a book about, like my experiences with friends in a band and Hollywood Blvd shows and partying, except for the fact that I can't remember all the details or know when I'll remember; I was not sober very often in that time of my life...