There I was, scrolling through Spotify at half-past midnight again—you know how it is when you should be asleep but your brain's still buzzing—and Alex G's "Nintendo 64" came shuffling through my discover weekly. Honestly, I'd never heard of the guy before that moment. But when those opening chords hit, something clicked. Not just the music itself, but the title. Nintendo 64. Just seeing those words together made my chest do this weird thing.The song…
There's something about sitting in front of a telly on a quiet Sunday afternoon, N64 controller in hand, watching a little hang glider drift over Birdman Island that just…gets you, you know? I've been thinking about this lately because I dug out Pilotwings 64 last week—proper cartridge, none of this emulation business—and within minutes I was back in that headspace where time moves like honey and your biggest concern is landing on the correct pad…
Whenever someone brings up prequel-era Star Wars games, I immediately think about that weird period when everyone was trying to figure out what to do with Episode I. The film had landed with all the grace of a pod racer hitting sand, but the gaming world? We were still optimistic. Maybe interactive entertainment could salvage something from Jar Jar's wreckage.I'd been living with my N64 for a couple years by then, completely smitten with that…
You know that feeling when you're digging through a charity shop's random box of N64 games and you spot something that makes you double-take? That's exactly what happened when I found Glover tucked between about fifteen copies of FIFA 98. The cover looked like a fever dream – this white glove character with cartoon eyes, holding what appeared to be a rubber ball. I'd heard whispers about this one on old gaming forums, usually accompanied…
Right, so there I was in Electronics Boutique circa 1992, clutching a twenty-pound note that had been burning a hole in my pocket for three weeks. Sonic 2 was calling my name from behind the glass counter, but this enormous black contraption next to it kept catching my eye. The Sega CD. Even the name sounded expensive.The bloke behind the counter—middle-aged, thick glasses, definitely knew his stuff—was practically bouncing on his heels talking about it.…
The smell of a friend's basement in winter 1999 is burned into my memory—that musty carpet odor mixed with the electric warmth of a CRT that had been on for three hours straight. We'd gathered for what felt like a historic moment: someone had actually managed to get Resident Evil 2 running on Nintendo 64. Not just running, mind you, but looking… well, shockingly decent.I mean, we all knew the story by then. PlayStation had…
The other day I was digging through a box of old gaming magazines—you know the drill, sticky pages from ancient orange juice spills and that particular musty smell of paper that lived through the Clinton administration—when I found a torn-out preview of Virtua Fighter on the 32X. The screenshot looked incredible for 1994. Like, genuinely jaw-dropping in a way that made me remember exactly what it felt like to see polygons moving smoothly on a…
The other day I was rummaging through a cardboard box that's been following me through three house moves, and there it was—my original Earthworm Jim manual for the Mega Drive. Crisp pages, still smelling faintly of that new-manual scent mixed with thirty years of storage. You know that smell. It's like opening a time capsule, except instead of finding historical artifacts, you're rediscovering why we used to read these things cover to cover on the…
You know what's weird? I can still remember the exact moment I realized Dash Rendar wasn't just some random smuggler they threw into the Star Wars universe. It was probably the third or fourth time through Shadows of the Empire on my N64, and I'd just nailed that speeder bike chase on Ord Mantell without hitting a single tree. Something about the way his ship, the Outrider, felt different from the Millennium Falcon in other…
The other day I was digging through a box of old electronics in my garage—you know how it is, looking for one thing and finding three things you forgot you even owned—when my fingers hit the familiar bulk of a Sega Game Gear. That unmistakable weight, like holding a brick wrapped in plastic that somehow promised adventure. I pulled it out, blew the dust off the screen, and immediately remembered why my mum used to…