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A Confession

Posted by purplemary54 on August 31, 2012

Hi, my name’s Mary, and I like Hall & Oates.  It’s a little bit like admitting you’re an alcoholic (which I’m not) or an English major (which I was).   Although at least with alcoholism you get the understanding that anyone with a chronic disease gets, and English majors (sorta) have marketable skills.  Hall & Oates fans have little hope for any social redemption whatsoever.  “You like who?  Seriously?  Those guys who sang ‘Maneater’?  Eww.”

Okay, “Maneater” was a terrible song; I don’t know a single person who likes it.  But they have a lot of other really catchy songs.  No, really.  Hall & Oates are responsible for some of the hookiest hooks that ever lured a music fan.  These guys could probably catch marlin with some of these hooks.  The musicianship is good, but nothing to write home about.  The songwriting, aside from the great hooks, is all right but not stellar.  And I’m still not entirely sure what John Oates actually contributes besides some back-up vocals and contrast to Darryl Hall’s tall blondness.  Okay, I’ll grant that Hall has a pretty terrific voice.  And there’s those magnificent hooks.  But they’re so middle of the road, they probably have double yellow lines running down their backs.  They ought to be completely bland and forgettable.

But they’re not.  Somehow, Hall & Oates are greater than the sum of their parts.  Some weird trick of chemistry, or some kind of witchcraft maybe, makes these two pretty ordinary guys funny, charming, and really fun to listen to.  They had a string of hits in 70s and 80s, which are still radio staples today.  Songs like “Rich Girl,” “Private Eyes,” Sara Smile” (written for Hall’s then-girlfriend), and “She’s Gone” exemplified a sub-genre of pop music called “blue-eyed soul” (see The Righteous Brothers for further examples of this).  Hall & Oates songs are also blessed with a kind of agelessness, musical portraits hanging in everyone’s attic, never seeming to get old.

One of my favorites by Hall & Oates comes from the mostly forgettable album Ooh Yeah! (jeez, I cringe just typing that).  Released in 1988, it was just after the duo’s commercial peak but just before the inevitable downhill slide.  Might even be that this is the album that started that snowball rolling, but you wouldn’t know it from this song.  “I’m in Pieces” has all the hallmarks of a great Hall & Oates song: great hook, well-produced with a horn section and awesome keyboards, and Hall’s voice.  It’s not one of their better known tunes, and that’s a shame.  Because it’s one of those fun, flirty, Top Forty-style songs that Darryl Hall and John Oates do better than just about anyone.  Really.

Are Hall & Oates a guilty pleasure? No, not really.  It’s hard to feel guilty about liking anything that makes me smile and sing along.

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4 Responses to “A Confession”

  1. Oh crap Mary, you remind of that, that, Maneater song! Ew! I remember, 1981, Waldbaum’s Supermarket. I was a cashier. At night we’d straighten out the aisles. That stupid song sticks in my head as one of the supermarket tunes playing on the speakers as we busted open packages of Keeblers while we ‘straightened’ out the aisles.

    Terrible time in my life, community college, lost, utterly lost…alcoholism was involved. Ew! Bad memories. Good post, however!

    • I’m sorry I brought up that terrible song. It really is one of the crappiest songs they did, so it seems fitting that it’s part of the soundtrack to a crappy time in your life. I hope I didn’t stir up too many nasty memories.

  2. alundeberg said

    Ha! I have happy childhood memories associated with “Maneater”. I listen to it evey time it comes on– along with “Private Eyes”. Their music is just so 80s that it’s good.

    • I really like “Private Eyes” even as I think, “Wow, this is dumb.” Thing is, most songs are dumb when you think about it. There’s a classic bit by Steve Allen reading the lyrics to “Satisfaction” that just highlights how banal so much pop and rock sounds out of context. But there’s so much more to it. Most important is when/where/why you hear a song. That plays such a huge role in how you hear it forever.

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