Wakefield Vol. 1,
A Teen-Beat Sampler
Wakefield Vol. 2,
Hai Commmunist Tart
Wakefield Vol. 3,
Superstars on 45
Wakefield Vol. 4,
February 23rd, 1985
1. THIRSTY BOYS, "Psychic Highway"
2. SYNTHETIC SOCKS, "Cops"
3. UNREST, "Time"
4. BRATMOBILE, "There's No Other Way"
5. CLARENCE, "Come on Over"
6. JUNGLE GEORGE & THE PLAGUE,
"Idle Hands, Idle Time"
7. SCALEY ANDREW, "I Don't Wanna Reach Nirvana"
8. UNREST, "Teenbeat Part 65"
9. GAMMA RAYS, "Lovely"
10. FLYING SAUCER, "Because of You"
11. VOMIT LAUNCH, "Stillness"
12. UNREST, "Capezio Bowler"
13. SCALEY ANDREW, "Jersey Snow"
14. PHIL KRAUTH, "Cape May"
15. COBALT, "Adora"
16. CLARENCDE, "Greg's Theme"
("Greg Will Drive You Home")
at Evil Genius, Arlington, Virginia, USA
pictured in Mr. Vandelly's Government class at Wakefield High School, Arlington, Viriginia, 1984 or 1985. Where Andrew met Mark Robinson.
SONG LINER NOTES
ALBUM LINER NOTES
and Andrew Beaujon
COVER DESIGN AND PHOTOGRAPHY
Mark Robinson, Teen-Beat Graphica
CD LABEL COLOR CONSULTANT
February 23, 1985 is the date when Andrew Beaujon and Mark Robinson finished Teen-Beat No.1, by mastering the final tape in Andrew's backyard. It went on sale the next day at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia.
'There's No Other Way' was originally written and recorded by Blur.
CATH SLEEVE NOTES
By the Time I Get to Phoenix: Our Strange Dream of TeenBeat
Our last concert with the TeenBeat Circus Tour finds us playing in a strip mall in Mesa, Arizona and we are waiting for he seamlessly oblique Robinson facade to crack. We have been watching him for four consecutive days, waiting for him to race in, burdened by the woes of commerce and by plastic bags full of fanzines and socks. Flustered and fathomable. Yet he looms anew in the doorway, serene and, still quite luggageless. Just like the Queen or George Michael. Not even a trendy Eurostyle handbag. What on dearth does he dance around when he's at discos?
Naturally, he asks permission to go through my wallet, to admire the spent trappings of adulthood. He begs to touch a credit card. He's never held one before, he says. So what on earth does this man do for a living, we had been asking ourselves. The arch circumspection of the smile never wavered with the same waxen calm he pulled a rather nice new electric guitar out of a box. Everyone around him, sensing warm blood, moves in a little closer, nostrils flaring. We look to Miss Bridget Cross for answers. Apparently she ran out of those things a couple of years ago.
At the end of the night, he looms again, suggesting that our parties merge in the quest for overnight lodgings. Ben from Eggs, a Mesa local (they say), directed us to the budget-oriented Mesa Hilton. We chose instead to dial 1-800-PEESMEL and thus did we end up at the famed Roadrunner Motel. We were greeted by a shirtless grinch who refused to give us lodging despite the neon sign that flashed the unnegotiable truth. Vacancies. "Let us in, cocksucker," bellowed an animated member of my party (leave it to a Spaniard.) We thought we saw Robinson flinch. The grinch relented and the myterious Mr. M disappeared into Room 18. He re-appeared the next morning smiling. "You're up early, Mark." "I've just been to K-Mart," he smiled, as if everyone but ourselves had gone to K-Mart that Sunday morning. He was holding a small object in a large bag. Your guess is as good as ours.
- Cath Carroll
ANDREW SLEEVE NOTES
It was in Mr. Vandelly's Government class that I first met Mark Robinson. I was intrigued by his notebook on which he'd copied the logos of both Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark and Fountain of Youth Records. I leaned over and asked him if he was in a band. The small gesture set in action a chain of events which leaves me some ten years later with neither a steady income nor the respect of my parents.
I could not quite have imagined as Mark and I sat in my backyard mastering the first TeenBeat cassette and playing guitars that I'd still be doing essentially the same thing for a decade to follow. In the months which followed we walked the halls of Wakefield High School selling various cassettes to uninterested colleagues and teachers (Rob Albro, as I recall, boasted proudly of recording over TeenBeat 1, destroying as it turns out, a collectible item which fetches $100 in some quarters). These will always be my favorite TeenBeat releases, done in editions of 20 or 30 with the first sparks of creative packaging (cans, ribbons, sandwich bags, hand-colored covers). I'm afraid I don't often listen to these cassettes anymore owing as much, to their, er, expansive creativity as to my lack of a convenient tape player. I welcome then, this CD best of, and while I'd give my eye teeth for William & Vivian on CD, this will do quite nicely for now. TeenBeat doesn't do cassettes anymore, mostly due to the "fun box" fiasco of a couple of years back, when Mark discovered that dubbing cassettes one at a time for completist nerds wasn't that much "fun."
So relax, and with this compilation, enjoy the evocation of a time when Reagan ruled the country, Michael Jackson ruled the airwaves, Rob Albro's favorite song was "Nobody's Gonna Break My Stride," and kids like us dealt .
- Andrew Beaujon
(Liz Lang Appreciation Society, New York City, 1995.)