On a late summer night more than a decade and a half ago, Margaret and I sat on the grass at the Garden States Art Center with Lynne, Gidg, and (if memory serves) Carolyn and enjoyed watching Meatloaf power his way through his live show. It was an experience akin to having access to a really cool jukebox as he and his band tore through a playlist of instantly recognizable songs. It was not a show where those in attendance stood and cheered. It was a show at which we sang along to almost every - if not every - word.
My phone buzzed in the wee small hours of Friday morning with a news alert telling me that Meatloaf had died Thursday night. Heaven, apparently, could no longer wait...
I reckon that it shall not.
-AK
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