Jeremiah Johnson: Where you headed?
Del Gue: Same place you are, Jeremiah: hell, in the end.
Not a good day for fat guys.Louie Anderson Dies at 68Just say'n.
Once again, emotions expressed and conveyed through music (and poetry), as one of the more acceptable ways humans (men in particular?) allow themselves to access and express feeling within or alongside structure.
What does having that album in every form (vinyl, cassette and CD), constitute?- a hoard of meatloaf- a stash of meatloaf?- a celebration of meatloaf- a collection of old meatloaf slowly turning to dust?It sounds like his work touched a variety of people, and that's no small legacy, regardless of how the leftovers are held or consumed.Here's a piece by a woman, with some odd overtones, containing a solid tribute toward the end: https://electricliterature.com/its-time-to-let-meat-loaf-into-your-embarrassing-little-heart/No other experience is like listening to Bat Out of Hell. Every comparison of Meat Loaf to other artists is lacking. Nobody does what he does. The closest comparison is probably to a Broadway musical (and indeed, there is now a musical based on this album), but that doesn’t do justice to Meat Loaf’s earnestness; actors in a musical are acting, and Meat Loaf is proselytizing. Listening to Bat Out of Hell means sitting in the front pew and absorbing the spirit with every inhalation.
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