By Michael Slezak
October 11, 2006 at 09:39 PM EDT

Oh, Daryl Hall, today, you turn 57. And I thought I’d take this opportunity to tell you a few things. For starters, you’re so much more than the blonde bouffant yin to John Oates’s ’70s porn-moustache yang. (Not to undervalue your locks, of course, particularly the way they shimmied up a storm in ”Maneater.”) Seriously, though, how many guys could spell out ”M-E-T-H-O-D” in a song and make it sound poetic, even if the accompanying video proves you dance about as well as Elaine Benes. Who drops a cooler hand clap than you in ”Private Eyes”? Price — clap-clap — less! And you’re timeless. Even when Hall & Oates tried to go all Duran Duran in the ”Adult Education” video, you refused to rock the unfortunate open-blazer-no-shirt look (unlike a certain other half of your duo). Oh Daryl, whether it’s your best (”Say It Isn’t So”) or your worst (”Family Man”) or your solo (”Dreamtime”) tracks, I can still sing ever chorus by heart. You even gave Diana Ross a decent, post-1980 single. Let’s meet for coffee sometime, just ”One on One,” to make sure we’ll never be ”Out of Touch.” That said, I’m out of time. And once again, happy birthday.