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This is a concert I attended in 2006-2007 in Iowa for Meat Loaf. It was the second one with Meat (the first was Harry Chapin) and loved it. Great performance, great music and as you can see wild concert-goers.





 

But, sadly, Meat is devolving into a joke.  He is unable to have a hit album unless superstar songwriter Jim Steinman writes them.  His latest album did what the previous 3 did: tank.  When was Meat's last relevant work?  I'd say 1993 with Bat Out Of Hell II.  And now he has made an ass of himself in Celebrity Apprentice  in which, as I read, he comes across as an emotional wreck, a Trump toady and waaaay uncool by crying incessantly.  OK, I understand the "has-been" status many singers go through.  They either change their core followers (Neil Diamond), tour in smaller venues or go to Branson to die.
But Meat Loaf, a singular voice of operatic rock ballads, tries to act (Fight Club), goes on reality Tee Vee, and occasionally tours in Europe where he is still popular, kind of like the French love affair with Jerry Lewis.  
I don't think Meat needs Jim as much as others do.  He needs to find the music that does justice to his voice and his genre, and continue to put out the music.  His voice is still strong, but his song writers and choice of music is not.  Now that he is once again the talk of office coolers again, albeit as a joke, he needs to reinvent himself musically.  How about Bat Out Of Hell IV, Bat Out Of Hell V and so on.  Ride that horse into the sunset, Meat, and when that horse goes down, well, then, drag it on.  Do not get on any other horse.  Your fans can't take much more of the non-musical Meat.   

An emotional wreck on Celebrity Apprentice.  What a woos, and toadying up to Trump.  Embarrassing fall from grace for a once unique talent.

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