OK, people. I've had about enough of your Hall and Oates illiteracy. Come out of your comas and get your diplomas. Wake up and smell the "Blue-eyed Soul."
Yes, it's true that when I first started talking about Hall and Oates to my then teenagers, they had no clue who/what H&O are.
"Hauling Oats?" "Holland Oats?" "Hauling Goats?"
I thought I would bust a gasket, whatever that means. Clearly, I had not done my job as a mom (or blogger) by not introducing them (and you) to one of the most prolific 80s music writer/performers, whose careers have lasted literally for decades, from the 70s to now.
But every time one of you says, "I don't know who that is," I want to say, "What is wrong with you people? Are all of my blog readers 12 years old?"
I never realized, in younger years, how much I actually enjoyed their music, until one day I started mentally listing all of their songs that I always listen to completion on the radio.
And then I bought CDs.
And then I bought concert tickets a couple of years ago. I had not bought a concert ticket since the 80s. That's how BIG this was to me.
And then ... just when Hall and Oates were about to "make my dreams come true, ooh-ooh, ooh-oo, ooh-ooh" Daryl Hall contracted Lyme Disease and they had to cancel concerts.
Lyme Disease? Yep, and pretty serious, too, evidently.
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