Monday, December 06, 2004

Say it isn't.....

So......

I saw Hall & Oates at the Borgata in Atlantic City Saturday night. Memories from his childhood and the bowling alley (skating rink for me), my boyfriend likes them and thought it would be a great show to see at a casino (I don't want to play the cool music game, but his taste in music is equal to mine). I went, curious, but probably not enthusiastically, BUT....they were damn good! Yes, I said it.

Observations: Oates is incredibly short. Or Hall is just that tall. Duh, but, wow..... They love to perform. These are musicians who clearly love to play and entertain. You would think after so many years of playing their hits, they would be going through the motions, but they instead, choose to reinvent their songs live. A decent crowd, and loyal fans who truly love them. They closed on their second encore with a Barry White hit, giving it their own stamp. I was impressed, and I have to say, even a little won over. Clearly fans of Philadelphia soul, I'm surprised they don't get more credit from jaded, record collecting fans like myself. So mis-understood...... I'm much more a fan of Stax and 60's soul, but appreciate anything well done, and done passionately. I love being surprised by music and wish I didn't wear blinders sometimes. I even ventured to their website, wanting answers to my burning questions. How'd they get together? How do they compose songs? Do they live next door to each other so when one can't sleep, they get-together and write songs in their pajamas? What are their die-hard fans called? HallOaties? They could have had a successful cereal in the 80's with that name.....

Amy

Friday, December 03, 2004

The beginning of an era

So, I'm using my computer and am getting mildly frustrated at how slow it seems. I've logged off and restarted it twice. Really, what more can a technologically-challenged girl be expected to do? I really shouldn't complain, for, technically, it's not my computer inasmuch as my computer at my place of employment. I only use mine at home out of necessity to check email, and even that takes about seven minutes to access. Ot, the time of one e.p, two or three hooky pop songs, a browse through the newly arrived used section at a small local record store..... I have to reconsider my dedication to rock and roll.

Amy