Hall & Oates awareness should be required for all hospital visits
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.
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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 firstname.lastname@example.org. This column can also be found at www.montgomerynews.com.
Outta Leftfield Mike Morsch