Peter Bjørn Perlsø (neglesaks)
Oh my what to say. At present moment, I'm a 30-something Danish tech specialist of many and varied interests. As with many other patients here, I'm a terminal case of untreatable nostalgia; got my A500 in 1990 I believe - memory is fuzzy on that point. Got my first X-copied DD-floppies from a friend not long thereafter, lo and behold what did they contain? Silkworm and Bubble Bobble! I was severely infected at that point (system itself came with F/A-18 Interceptor and Indiana Jones the Action Adventure, so I was already contaminated).
The following years brought much more on this front, stacks of Amiga Format, Amiga Action and the One for Amiga game accumulating, a handful of copied floppies thurning into three boxes of floppies or such. (I never got one of those mysterious yet oddly beguiling GVP hard drives which were advertised in the mags, and they sure were pricey.)
Commodore kicked the bucket, many of the Amiga platform dwellers moved onto PCs and the artistic typess (or those just as contrarian as always) went to Apple. Many an Amiga was left in closets and lofts to gather dust. Yet the faithful clung on though the tides of EScom, Gateway and whatnot and whonot passed the eviscerated patents of Commodore from hand to corporate hand that hadn't a clue about what to do with it.
I will not at all claim that I have been either a front line fighter not a basement guerilla in keeping the torch burning over the past over twenty bloodyfragginghellamireallythatoldffs years, but I have been with it all the way. Something inside me gave a bit when I noticed the final issue of Amiga Format on the newsstands, loudly proclaiming that the end had come; years after that I had hopes that the custom PowerPC hardware and desktop computers would give the Amiga just that slight comeback; with the AmigaOS going from 3.5 to the much anticipated 4.0 and theeeennnn as time creeeeeaked by, OS 4.1, after which it was clear that the heat death was imminent. There was too little going on to maintain my previously continual interest and observation of the remainder of the Amiga milieu.
AmigaRemix et al. are some of the embers of these times past; systems and platforms that allowed artistic, productive and madly talented guys and gals to create a world of wonders in impressions and sheer creative product. The embers here are only those of the sounds, yet these many audio productions tie to a whole cascade of the Amiga platform and milieu; first the games and from there on, the world.
Beholding the embers fill me with sadness, yet their song give delight to my ears.
Thus a hello to all of you out there.