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Archive for February, 2012
Arcade Cabinets: Tempest (1981)
Published February 29, 2012 Arcade Cabinets/Coin-Ops , Atari , Video Games 4 CommentsArcade Zen
Published February 28, 2012 '80s Decor/Design/Fashion , Video Arcades , Video Games 2 CommentsWere jean shorts really this cool? No, they were not. What the hell were we thinking?
If you think the symmetry of these lined up Tempests is beautiful…
… then check out this action.
I really like this long shot. The best arcades had a labyrinthine quality. They gave us spaces to ourselves.
I don’t know where this came from, but I like it, and I can’t wait to find out what the other “rules” are.
This is one of the most iconic shots in the lot, taken in East Sussex, England, in 1983. I don’t recognize any of the machines behind Defender.
Damn it! Rule number 1 is cut off!
Yay!
From the first issue of the Disney Channel Magazine in 1983. It’s the Disneyland Starcade! No Discs of Tron sightings—yet.
“Now pimpin’ ain’t easy but it’s necessary, so I’m chasin’ bitches like Tom chased Jerry…”
Battlezone sighting. Admit it, that viewer was really unsanitary.
The half shirt! With the short shorts. And Star Castle, remember that game? It was one of my favorites, and I’d totally forgotten about it until now.
Arcade Zen
Published February 25, 2012 '80s Decor/Design/Fashion , Video Arcades , Video Games 4 CommentsAll of the photos in this installment are via Rad Arcade’s Vintage Arcade Pictures and Magazine Scans set on Flickr. The set makes up more than half of the Growing Up In Arcades group and is a hugely important cultural document.
(1) Damn, it’s hard out there for a pimp. (2) How awesome is that raised platform in the background? Talk about product placement. That’s Tempest on the left, so this must be at least ’81. I think that’s Turbo on the right, which also came out in ’81. (Click on the pics for a bigger image.)
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are floating in space.
Check out what’s playing on the big screen in the background.
“Here comes John Travolta. Let me just flash my bell-bottoms…”
“Over here, John!”
The wall art. Gnarly.
What a great shot. I knew kids that never skipped school to go to the arcade. I just wasn’t one of them.
Arcade Cabinets: Gyruss (1983)
Published February 25, 2012 Arcade Cabinets/Coin-Ops , Video Games Leave a Comment(Images via eBay, mamedb.com, Dragon’s Lair Fans, Game on Grafix, Artwork Doctor, Joystix, and The Arcade Flyer Archive)
Arcade Zen
Published February 24, 2012 '80s Decor/Design/Fashion , Video Arcades , Video Games 3 CommentsThese pics are all via from a righteous Flickr pool called Growing Up In Arcades: 1979-1989. I’m going through the entire series and posting my faves, adding commentary where I see fit. Here’s the first installment.
May 24, 1983. Love the moonscape and the Berzerk marquee, but especially the moonscape. What’s an arcade but a series of trips to other worlds?
Homeboy on the left reminds me of the funny fat kid on The Cosby Show (what was his name?). Le Tigre dude is grabbing his balls or something; dude next to him is taking a shit in his pants; and dude next to him (the birthday boy in the previous pic) is sporting a killer E.T. shirt that I would wear today, if I could find one that fit.
Another one from 1983. The socks. My God, the socks. And another Le Tigre polo (those were the shit back then). And the cut-off jean shorts. And a green t-shirt tucked into green, elastic banded P.E. shorts. Why not? It’s 1983, and we were there, and it was awesome.
In the arcade cocoon we were kept warm by the fantasies our quarters bought us.
Dad watches on, bemused by these newfangled games, but secure in the comfort of his pocket protector.
Put those dice away, players! No gambling zone.
Oh my sweet heaven. A Space Port.
Starcade Prizes: Spectravideo and the Aquarius Home Computer System
Published February 18, 2012 Personal Computers , Starcade: The Game Show Leave a CommentFrank Frazetta: American Romantic
Published February 10, 2012 Fantasy Art , Frank Frazetta 3 CommentsAmerican artist Frank Frazetta (1928-2010) has almost single-handedly defined the fantasy genre from the late ’60s on. Even if you haven’t heard his name before, you’ve seen many of his paintings (check them out here). I say almost single-handedly out of respect for J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert E. Howard, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Ray Harryhausen. John Milius’s Conan the Barbarian (1982), which capitalized on the Tolkien surge and the popularity of D&D, directly emulated the Frazetta style, as did almost all ’80s D&D art (Elmore, Parkinson, Easley) and a staggering amount of comic book art. Look at anything fantasy-related today and you’ll see Frazetta’s influence.
He’s probably best known for his spectacular Conan and Edgar Rice Burroughs (Tarzan of the Apes, John Carter of Mars, At the Earth’s Core) paintings, which were commissioned by various publishers. The New York Times reported in 1977 that “Paperback publishers have been known to buy one of his paintings for use as a cover, then commission a writer to turn out a novel to go with it.” (The only illustrator I can think of who might have done as much for book sales was the 19th century artist/engraver Gustav Doré.) His work is intricately articulate, deeply colorful, weird, erotic, violent, almost Romantic. His heroes are grim and bloody, his heroines scantily clad but often anything but helpless.
Here’s the Conan vs. giant snake scene by a different artist around the same time:
And here’s one of the original Conan covers:
There’s just no comparison.
I was a little surprised to find out that Frazetta was in no way the artsy type. He grew up a Brooklyn tough, nearly became a pro baseball player, barely eked out a living as an artist, and in later life suffered multiple strokes before one finally killed him. (For more, see the 2003 documentary, Frazetta: Painting with Fire.)
The art establishment never paid him any respect and never will. But he transcended his genres. When I look at Frazetta’s work, I see shades of J.M.W. Turner, Henry Fuseli, Caspar David Friedrich, John Martin. When I look at contemporary art I see lines and shapes that have no heart and signify nothing.