Daryl Hall hasn't spoken to John Oates in almost four months.

It's not that the two are mad at each other or that some major schism has divided this dynamic duo. It's nothing to fret over, and no cause for alarm that we'll never again experience all the magic and excitement inherent in a live performance of “Private Eyes.” It just hasn't happened. That's it. Honestly. Daryl has been busy with his production company, constantly commuting between New York and Philly. And John? Well, he's just a quiet guy. It's nothing personal.

"Once, a couple years ago, I even lost Daryl's phone number,” John tells us. “It wasn't until he called me [a few weeks later] that we re-connected.”

In fact, it may surprise some to learn that Oates, with his San Fran-style moustache and fondness for sleeveless muscle shirts, lives in his own house with a wife and three children. It's actually Hall who enjoys the company of men.

“We did that as a psych-out,” Hall confides. “A little in-joke between friends.”

But what about all the rumors, guys? Is there a split on the horizon? Please say it isn't so!

“There's a real misperception of us as soul brothers,” John complains. “Like we're joined at the hip or something. There are actually people who think we live together, eat together, and that we're always, ALWAYS working on the music.”

"One guy thought we sat in a breakfast nook every morning, pounding out tunes over bowls of cereal. How hilarious is that?,” Daryl interjects. "The truth is, we've never put that much effort into our music.”

“And I don't even like cold cereal!,” adds John. “I always eat that Quaker stuff.”

Daryl is quick to point out one colorful incident, a memorable moment that took place just last fall. After a performance at a state fair in Utah, a rabid fan met up with the duo backstage.

"This lady sheepishly walked up to us and presented us with matching bedspreads, sheets that she'd spent weeks sewing herself,“ Daryl shares. “I asked her what they were for, and she looked at me like I was an idiot. Like I should've known. She coldly informed me that they were for our bunks back home.”

“How hilarious is THAT?,” asks Daryl. “Can you believe it? She thought we, two grown men, bunked together at home!”

“I mean, get with it, lady,” John chimes in with a chuckle. “We haven't done that since 1983!”