Last night we went to the Hall and Oates Home for Christmas Show at the Beacon Theatre. Hall and Oates and Fairway Supermarket and Christmas cheer, all spread onto one tiny block – you’d think I was in heaven. Alas it was not to be. People of New York, what is wrong with you? You guys ruined Christmas. Or, ok, I’m a forgiving person, you ruined the night of December 11. NO one in this audience knew that H&O would be playing mostly holiday tunes. There was booing. There were taunting, guttural screams of “Come ON, Daryl!”. The ladies sitting next to me (I could have sworn they were from Jersey, but I’ve come to realize I can’t decipher a Jersey accent from a Long Island one, but thanks to watching My Super Sweet 16, I can most definitely tell a Staten Island one) kept throwing their hands up and screeching “Oh Moy Gawd, anuthah one?” when Hall started in on “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”. This was a crowd that wanted to hear “Maneater” 30 times.
I wrote it up for New York and was THISCLOSE to just making my review a public apology to the band. Daryl Hall even said at the end “We uh…Just wanted to do something different. So…Thanks.” Sad! I have never left a show feeling bad for the musicians, but the concentration of ignoramuses skewed heavy at the Beacon Theater last night and left me Scroogey.
All photos are by my crowd-tolerating companion Jeff Kocan.