Purchased my first actual CD in eons today—Daryl Hall & John Oates: Live At The Troubadour.
Yes, you can laugh.
Keep laughing. Continue.
OK, that’s enough.
Really, that’s plenty.
Uh, OK now … really, stop.
I am reminded of a story my wife Catherine likes to tell. I first spotted her at a wedding, where she was the main of honor. I later asked the bride, Ellie, for her phone number, and she checked with Catherine whether she had any interest. “Well,” Catherine asked, “what’s he like?”
“Let me put it this way,” Ellie replied. “How do you feel about Hall & Oates?”
She was indifferent. But we still went out.
I have nothing more to say. Except that Hall & Oates kick ass. Are they better than the Beatles or the Stones or Bruce? Of course not. But they’ve had a ton of hits, and Hall possesses one of the great voices in modern music history.
So screw you. 🙂
