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Meat Redux - Bonus Post

Last Saturday I posted a report on attending my 3rd Meat Loaf concert with my daughter, Mackenzie. I had more material from the concert so I thought I would do it again, as in, once is never enough.



They didn't open the auditorium doors until a half hour before the concert, so Kenze and I had a seat.  The crowd was a mix of what one might expect: young and old,  all economic strata and patrons of the arts as well as fervent Meat Loaf followers.


View of the stage area before the performance.


Katrina was the opening act along with her guitar player.  She did a great job with her stuff, with nice banter.  I have never heard of her, but then, one wouldn't presume that I would.   I don't think Katrina is in my musical wheelhouse these days.  






The above vids are Meat doing Two Outta Three Ain't Bad.  It was funny, because a guy sitting right behind us who was too loud, too knowledgeable, and too obnoxious was telling his rapturous audience/friends that one of the complaints with the show has been he has not sung 2 Outta 3.  Guess what?  Meat sits down on his stool and says just for Clearwater,  he's gonna sing 2 Outta 3.  This is it in 2 videos.  The reason it is broken in two is because You Tube can't do more than 10 minute vids, so I didn't want to have to worry about the time.  Enjoy.

OK, did you like that?  No, Meat can't hit some notes these days - too old, too many operations on his throat, too many shows that require too much loudness and stress on the chords.  Probably too much everything.  He doesn't sound like his records of 30 years ago or even 10.  But the guy is still rockin' and and his shows must be exhausting:  there are lots of songs that require much effort, as well as his theatrics.  I still stand by my assertion that Meat Loaf is a must-see legend regardless of vocal finesse.  His Bat Out Of Hell album is, after 35 years,  STILL a top 5 seller EVERY YEAR.   40 movies, over 5000 shows, the guy is a Rock and Roll legend and still doing it.  His Mad Mad World Tour ends soon, and he keeps threatening to hang it up, but an aging Meat is better than no Meat.  Like he says at the end of every show, "Don't Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Stop Rockin'!"

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