I’ve written about this before, but Hall and Oates used to be on my list of guilty pleasures. Wait, better make that secret guilty pleasures. Super-secret, that is. There was no way I was going to let on to my friends — all of whom were heavily into stuff like Led Zeppelin, Bad Company, Foghat, and Ted Nugent — that I totally dug tunes like “Rich Girl.” Well, everybody grows up after a time and with that maturation process should come the realization that you just can’t help who you like. What’s that cliché? The heart wants what the heart wants? Yeah, I know … too often that’s applied as a sort of “rationalization salve” to wounds created by affairs of the heart. Luckily, my love of the pop and soul music of Hall and Oates has produced no such casualties — except for maybe my ‘indie cred’ as applied to my writing. But heck, since I never had any ‘indie cred’ to begin with, I was allowed to get excited about their return to the famed Troubadour in L.A. after 35 years.
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