Despite the torrential rains last night, I had a good time at the concert on the Parkway. My neighbor lady and I huddled 'neath her humongous golf umbrella taking in the sounds of the lovely and sassy Miss Patti Labell. Fortunately, we had to endure only two songs from So You Think You Have Talent winner Bianca What's-her-name. (I think it's unbelievable that this kid is getting away with her rendition of "And I Am Telling You". It was sort of cute when she first started doing it last year, but now it's like something from a minstrel show.)
Surprisingly, the crowd only thinned slightly as we all waited for the arrival on stage of Hall & Oates. Daryl Hall has evolved to the aging hippie look over the years, but John Oates now looks damn fine (to me, anyway.) I think they were a little thrown by the pouring rain, because they sounded off during the first few songs (Daryl Hall was sort of screechy in particular.) And with the inclusion of a string section, their sound was not initially as robust as it used to be. But as they got deeper into their set, Hall found his voice and the band really started rockin'. By the time it was over, almost everyone had lowered their umbrellas because we were all boppin' and groovin' along.
