Three hours later, I had watched about an hour and a half more of the exploits of Hannibal Smith and friends in movie form than I had ever watched of the television series.
As I was a kid at the time The A-Team initially aired, I was well aware of it. It was enormously popular for awhile and I imagine I undoubtedly checked it out for ten or fifteen minutes on a Tuesday night.
(with five, six channels and no cable, the viewing options were limited)
I was fifteen when The A-Team arrived. I think I essentially shrugged it off as simplistic.
And Mr. T…I remember the first kid in our neighborhood that had made it into The City to catch the previous summer’s blockbuster Rocky III. The next morning, we gathered as usual for a pick-up baseball game.
It was June and the sun beat down on us. It was already hot.
The lot of us were sprawled out on the grass, sweltering, breakfast digesting as Alvin recounted to us the plot of Rocky III and we hung on every word.
He was a generally quiet kid but he verbally jitterbugged as he excitedly got the first few moments out.
And he stopped.
He seemed crazy from the heat, like some addled prospector wandered in from the desert telling tales, as he slowly told of the beast that was Rocky’s opponent, Clubber Lang as played by Mr. T.
Clubber had a Mohawk.
Clubber mostly growled.
Clubber was unstoppable.
His destruction of Rocky for the heavyweight title was done with a stunning savage efficiency.
When we all finally got to see Rocky III – it arrived in our small town’s theater pretty quickly – we might have been rooting for Rocky, but we were in awe of Clubber.
Clubber was soon overshadowed by Mr. T. It seemed he was everywhere – talk shows, magazines, commercials.
Clubber had been a frightening creation. Mr. T soon began to grate on my nerves.
I was also spending more time listening to music during the years that The A-Team originally aired and the show wouldn’t have had enough appeal to pull me from doing so.
As for the movie, it was a decent popcorn flick unburdened by preconceptions or childhood memory.
The A-Team debuted almost thirty years ago to the day. Here are four songs from albums that were also arriving that week in 1983…
Eurythmics – Love Is A Stranger
from Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) (1983)
By the time Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) was released, several singles had been issued and failed to gain traction. In the States, it took until summer, but the title track finally clicked and gave the Eurythmics a breakthrough hit that topped the charts.
Sweet Dreams might be better remembered, but I’ve always preferred the chilly Love Is A Stranger.
Todd Rundgren – Drive
from The Ever Popular Tortured Artist Effect (1983)
Todd Rundgren’s commercial peak had expired about five years before I was listening to music. However, my friends and I were exposed to the music of Runt – both past and present – through our buddy Bosco. He was a Rundgren fanatic and each new release from the man was an event.
According to the internet, The Ever Popular Tortured Artist Effect was a contractual obligation album and considered a throwaway, but I’ve remained quite found of the set.
(though I need never, ever again to hear Bang The Drum All Day – ever)
And I do love the clanging call to action, Drive. It makes me want to go to work tomorrow, burn down my office building, load Paloma and the animals into The Jeepster, and do as the title suggests.
Journey – Send Her My Love
from Frontiers (1983)
Journey’s follow-up to the iconic Escape was the most eagerly anticipated album of my young life in January, 1983. Separate Ways arrived as Frontiers‘ first single and it quickly became a Top Ten hit.
And, a week or so before the full album arrived in stores, I stayed up to tape Frontiers when it was played on Frog’s Midnight Album, which aired nightly on WEBN.
I played that copy of Frontiers incessantly until I made it into Cincinnati and to a record store to purchase an actual cassette. Even as I listened to it repeatedly into the summer, I could hear it as a calculated attempt to replicate Escape.
However, the haunted Send Her My Love would have been a worthy addition to Frontiers’ predecessor.
Red Rider – Human Race
from Neruda (1983)
Canadian band Red Rider never got much love here in the States. They’d get a smattering of airplay on our album rock stations and the moody Lunatic Fringe was deservedly a staple (even if I doubt most listeners could have named the band performing it).
I seem to recall hearing the sparse, eerie Human Race occasionally that spring and it’s a compelling mix of straight-ahead rock with a slight New Wave vibe.