Hall & Oates aware­ness should be re­quired for all hos­pi­tal vis­its

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A re­cent trip to the emer­gency room brought into fo­cus some of the chal­lenges still fac­ing the health care in­dus­try, not the least of which is this stark re­al­ity: There are peo­ple out there who have never heard of Daryl Hall and John Oates.

, DP flDEEHUJDVWHG Ey WKLV. HRw can this pos­si­bly be? Hall & Oates is the num­ber one sell­ing duo in the his­tory of mu­sic. Let me re­peat that: In … the … his­tory … of … mu­sic.

Plus, at one time, John Oates had the sec­ond best mus­tache in the his­tory of mus­taches, sec­ond only to Yosemite Sam.

Hall and Oates have been mak­ing great soul and rock mu­sic since the early 1970s, and from then un­til the mid-1980s, they had six No. 1 sin­gles, in­clud­ing “Rich Girl,” “Kiss on My List,” “Pri­vate Eyes,” “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do),” “Maneater” and “Out of Touch”; Dn DGGLWLRnDO fiYH 7RS 10 VLnJOHV in­clud­ing “Sara Smile,” “One on One,” “You Make My Dreams,” “Say It Isn’t So” and “Method of Mod­ern Love”; and six con­sec­u­tive multi-plat­inum al­bums.

They were also in on the early stages — along with leg­endary pro­duc­ers Kenny Gam­ble and Leon Huff — of the de­vel­op­ment of what we now know as Philly soul mu­sic.

Be­sides all that, they’re both from Mont­gomery County. Oates is from North Wales and went to North Penn High School in Lans­dale. Hall is from just out­side of Pottstown and went to Owen J. Roberts High School. They both also went on to Tem­ple Univer­sity, where they formed a part­ner­ship that has lasted more than four decades.

Ev­ery­body should know Hall & Oates, at least ev­ery­body in Mont­gomery County, no mat­ter what gen­er­a­tion or mu­si­cal taste. They are our guys.

But that is not the case at the emer­gency room at one of the lo­cal hos­pi­tals. Ap­par­ently there are some peo­ple there who don’t know Hall & Oates.

And I know this be­cause I asked. And I’m now con­vinced “Who are Hall and Oates” should be a stan­dard med­i­cal ques­tion to ask any­one who works in or is be­ing treated at any emer­gency room in Mont­gomery County.

With­out go­ing into the ugly de­tails, a visit to the emer­gency room was re­cently nec­es­sary for our fam­ily. I won’t re­veal which fam­ily mem­ber was in need of emer­gency med­i­cal at­ten­tion or what the par­tic­u­lar emer­gency was, but it was not overly se­ri­ous and it did in­volve a good bit of knuck­le­head­ed­ness. This does not elim­i­nate me from con­tention, but it wasn’t me — this time.

It was an evening that was busy and chal­leng­ing for the emer­gency med­i­cal staff, and our wait was longer than we would have pre­ferred. Still, they han­dled it beau­ti­fully and pro­fes­sion­ally, and by the time they got to us to clean a wound that would HYHnWuDOOy UHTuLUH fiYH VWLWFKHV, wH were en­gag­ing in small talk with the staff mem­bers.

Since we have a prospec­tive nurse in the fam­ily — Daugh­ter of Blonde Ac­coun­tant is con­sid­er­ing that ca­reer path — we were ques­tion­ing the nurse’s aide as to her ed­u­ca­tion and ex­pe­ri­ence that put her in the emer­gency room with us that evening.

“Where did you go to col­lege?” I asked the aide.

“Oh, I went to Vil­lanova, but not for nurs­ing,” she said.

She then went on to ex­plain that she had come out of Owen J. Roberts High School in Pottstown and was an ath­lete for Vil­lanova.

“Owen J. Roberts. That’s where Daryl Hall went to high school,” I said.

“Who’s that?” said the young aide.

“Who’s that? Daryl Hall. Of Hall and Oates. Two of the great­est artists in the his­tory of mu­sic. There should be a statue at your high school in his honor,” I said, rather in­cred­u­lously.

By the time the physi­cian’s as­sis­tant ar­rived, I was still a bit per­plexed. And as a ca­reer re­porter, I am re­quired to ask more ques­tions.

“You ever heard of Hall and Oates?” I asked the physi­cian’s as­sis­tant as she pre­pared to ad­min­is­ter the stitches.

“Who? Oh, I’m not from around here, I’m from Michi­gan,” said the nurse.

At that point, I se­ri­ously con­sid­ered bang­ing my head into the wDOO RYHU DnG RYHU DJDLn. , fiJuUHG if I split my head open and needed stitches, at least I was in the right place.

The Blonde Ac­coun­tant has seen me get this way be­fore. And she knew that look in my eye: Now I had to ask ev­ery pa­tient and ev­ery em­ployee in the hos­pi­tal if they knew Hall and Oates.

“Oh, honey. The nurse’s aide and the nurse were both too young to know Hall and Oates,” said The Blonde Ac­coun­tant. “You have to quit ask­ing ev­ery­body.”

And I did, even­tu­ally. For­tu­nately, the nurse who brought us the dis­charge pa­pers to sign was closer in age to me, and she knew Hall and Oates and their mu­sic. There was an en­tire hos­pi­tal of peo­ple that evening who should have been thank­ful for that, be­cause I was pre­pared to ask ev­ery­body in the house.

We even­tu­ally got past this med­i­cal emer­gency, but I nearly had heart fail­ure com­ing face to face with a lack of Hall and Oates aware­ness, a com­mu­nity short­com­ing that I hope to rec­tify by con­tact­ing all hos­pi­tal ad­min­is­tra­tors in Mont­gomery County and sug­gest­ing they re­quire that Hall and Oates mu­sic be played in emer­gency rooms.

Now, I can go for that.

Mike Morsch is ex­ec­u­tive edi­tor of Mont­gomery Me­dia and author of the book, “Danc­ing in My Un­der­wear: The Sound­track of My Life.” He can be reached by call­ing 215-542-0200, ext. 415 or by email at msquared35@ya­hoo.com. This col­umn can also be found at www.mont­gomerynews.com.

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