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It’s no secret that our man Jango has himself a pretty sweet personal arcade and long into the nights are tales spun of the times when he has sent out his golden tickets (phone calls) and invited the lucky hordes (BYOB!) into his desmesnes to bathe in the cancer inducing neon that is his collection. And for those lucky few, a night of soon cramped hands and raging headaches is our reward! The memories. Ah! Sweet victory over pixelated enemies! Savoring your opponent’s tantrum as they stomp off to buy a Mountain Dew to dull the bitter taste on their tongue when you tromp them at Samurai Showdown!  Tenno, punched in the nuts yet again by sore losers, his squeals of joy spiraling into shriller squeals of pain!

Ok. It’s actually quite a bit of fun, and these days, with arcades on all shores slowly suffering from dying crowds and increasing costs, it gets harder and harder to just get together and fucking rock some joysticks with your friends. However, to the joy of all, more and more people are slowly making their houses into shrines of quarter devouring gods and some, like one Brian Saur in Los Angeles, are perfectly happy to make these available to friends and family on special nights.

I caught this article on Digg where the LA Cityzine was invite to Brian’s house and details what they found there (arcade games, stupid!).

Its actually an interesting read; Brian goes ove trying to find vector monitors for games like Asteroids and Star Wars -which is actually easier than one would think- and also the tribulations of people touching your shit, repair and maintenance and why he does it in the first place. He’s currently at 22 machines, all classic. Personally, I give him props for getting the button driven Asteroids, though I had love for the track ball version. Also, tabletop arcade machines! FAVES!

Give it a whirl. LA Cityzine interviews Brian Saur, Arcade Game Collector

Hats off to you arcade machine revivalists!

- Tenno (Only has one arcade machine. It’s at Jangos!)