THE HCC DAYS - A PERSONAL VISION by Stefan Posthuma
Fridaymorning 5:45 am. I am vast asleep dreaming great dreams
usually involving girls. Just when the good part began, something
terrible happend. The object that was uptil now just ticking away
merrily, started to emit sounds. Not just a simple sound like an
atomic explosion, no way. It were sounds that tore my brains
apart, tortured my eardrums and shattered those fantastic dreams.
Whilst struggling with my eardrums that tried to hide in my feet,
the few non-stressed neurons in my grey mass moved my left arm
which voilently started to make gestures in the direction of the
the source of the sound. After a few useless sweeps, my hand hit
the button on the alarm-clock and the sounds transformed
themselves into the peaceful tick-tacking. I woke up.
After a couple of minutes I was aware of my self-being again and
got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. I nearly died
when I had a close encounter with a monster from Hades when
turned on the light in the bathroom which turned out to be my
mirror-image. After washing myself with very cold water, I
slipped on some clothes and started carrying my computer system
downstairs. After all those activities, I sat down and waited for
Hubert van Mil to pick me up.
He arrived an hour later.
I had the same traumatic experience when the doorbell woke me up.
Due to an error in organisation I was picked up at seven AM
instead of six. A great way to begin a day.
After driving trough some heavy showers of rain and waisting some
time in traffic-jams (it is amazing to see how many people get
stuck in traffic-jams at 7:30 am) we arrived at the jaarbeurs
hallen in Utrecht. Everybody was there; the guys from STRIKE-a-
LIGHT (I hope I spelled it correcty this time, Eerk) and some
other ST Club Eindhoven members. We started to build the stand
which involved the natural chaos of empty computer-boxes, disket-
tes, cables and other stuff being thrown around. I built up my
computer system and prepared myself for a big day of Professional
ArtiST selling. Then the HCC-days 1987 opened at 10:00 am.
It was very crowded that friday morning, and a little less
crowded that friday afternoon. I sold about seven ArtiSTs. It all
ended around 16:30 pm. I was very tired. This had several
reasons, first of all, the guy sitting next to me was selling his
Pro-Drum-Designer. A terrific sampling-mixing-sound-processing
program. The trouble was that he only had three demo-samples
which he had to play over and over again each time somebody asked
him for a demonstration. Also, STRIKE-a-LIGHT (It must be
correct, I already added it to my English spellingcheck
dictionary) were playing Strikey all day. I have nothing against
Strikey, but after hearing the tune a couple of thousand times, I
got a little tired. Also, a lot of people asked me for a
demonstration. This meant that I had to repeat the same story
again and again, and by the time the first HCC-day had ended, my
vocal chords were close to desintegration.
The ST Club Eindhoven was selling the SoftArt and StripArt
collection. SoftArt is a collection of the best pictures
available on the ST. It has 120 full-screen pictures on three
disks and it comes with a slideshow created by STRIKE-a-LIGHT
which works in color as well as in monochrome. StripArt is
similar to SoftArt, only the pictures are all based on well-known
characters like Garfield and Donald Duck. Another ST Club
Eindhoven product is the 'Briefcollectie' (Dutch for Letter
Collection) This is a disk crammed full with standard letters to
all sorts of people or companies. If you want to write a letter
to a Judge or file a complaint at an insurance company, just pick
one of the many letters from the Briefcollectie and fill in the
relevant data. The person responsible for the Top-Sales of these
products is Frank Lemmen. He is now the General Sales Manager of
the ST Club Eindhoven.
They also sold the Suck & Fuck collection. This is a collection
of very filthy but high quality digitized porno pictures created
by a few perverts of the notorious ST gang called the DMA.
STRIKE-a-LIGHT were selling their Picworks 2.0 and Strikey and
Romar was selling some computer-games and two adventures. I think
the sales at that day went OK.
After the power was cut off rather crudely by the people of the
Jaarbeurs (making some hard-disk owners very angry), we covered
up our computers and went to the synthesizer-concert that was
given. I sounded really great, and there was a beautiful laser
show until the guy started singing. We quickly evacuated and
headed for the boarding-house where we intended to spend the
night. After dumping our stuff there, we went to a restaurant to
refill our bellies. We behaved ourselved a bit loud and we had
lots of fun. Around 9:00 pm we went back to the boarding-house
and entered our rooms. I had to share a room with Frank Lemmen,
and we were in our beds around 9:30 pm. This of course was
ridiculously early so we chatted a lot before we finally went to
I was again fast asleep and dreaming dreams that remain unspoken.
Then it happened. It is almost impossible to describe. Had World
War III started and suffered my brains from a direct nuclear hit?
Were there 20 tigers in the rooms trying to make about 40 little
tigers? Had the creep from 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre' returned
and was he now practising on a concrete wall? My brains gave up
reasoning and I woke up. After a few seconds of recollecting my
consciousness I discovered the source of the terror: the half
open mouth of one Frank Lemmen. Then I realized that he was
snoring. I felt a certain urge and decided to respond to the
calls of Mother Nature and started to find a bathroom. Moving
around houses from which the infrastructure is totally unknown
and in which it is enormously dark can be risky and it took me
about fifteen minutes to locate the bathroom which was only five
feet away from my room. When I returned, Frank was awake and when
I told him he was snoring he responded that I should wake him up
whenever he did it again. I fell asleep again. After having the
terrible experience of being waked up by snoring sounds a couple
of times, it was time to get up and Hubert van Mil entered the
room and turned on the light just like that. My eyes were blinded
by the hordes of photons that bombared them and I tried to hide
under the sheets. After a short breakfast, we headed for the
I decided to take a look around, and was surprised by the many
dealers and computerclubs. I was overwhelmed with emotion when I
saw a couple of VIC-20s being sold for F25,-. A VIC-20. The
computer on which I started out and learned everything, BASIC as
well as Assembler. When I returned to the ST Club Eindhoven
stand, I saw that Richard Karsmakers had arrived. After covering
the Jaarbeurs once again with him, the sales started. I was even
more crowded than on Friday, and I sold about 11 ArtiSTs. Around
12 PM, somebody told me that I could buy a SH205 harddisk for
only F1020,-. I took this unique chance and bought one which is
now happily buzzing in front of me. Around 2 PM, Richard became
nervous: Willeke was about to arrive. She arrived an hour later,
with Richard close to a nervous-breakdown. I was delighted to
meet her and I must say that she is a very nice girl indeed. She
stayed during the rest of the day.
When the public was gone, the power was cut off very crudely once
again before we had the chance to ship our harddisks. After a
protest, power was restored and we had to assemble all our stuff
and cram it into the cars. This was a huge task, but everybody
helped out and an hour later we were ready to take off. After
having a drink at the HCC-stand, we went home. On the way back,
we had dinner at a restaurant called 'De nieuwe brug' (The new
bridge). We were waited upon by a very nice girl. Very beautiful
too. I dedicate this article to her.
I think the HCC days were a big success.
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