Oates: II

Forgot to mention this. When the wife and I went to see Oates in concert two nights ago, I had an idea. I wanted to say loudly, “I can’t believe Hall & Oates are playing here tonight!” over and over again until someone would stop to correct me that it was solely Oates. I envisioned the following dialogue:

“It’s only John Oates.”

What do you mean?

“Hall isn’t here. It’s John Oates solo.”

John Oates solo? Why would anyone want to see that?

“He happens to be a very accomplished performer.”

Yeah, but he’s Oates.

Sadly, the wife put her foot down.


PS: I took the above video at the show. Again, place held about 200, and I’d say 160 folks were in attedance. This guy’s name is Mutlu. He was the opening act, and—as much as I hate to say it—he blew Oates away. Oy.