Mmmm....meatloaf! I used to regularly get the meatloaf at Frontier Pies in Pocatello. It had a glaze of barbecue sauce on it. Delicious!
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| Yes, I'm a hack. I couldn't write about Meat Loaf without talking about meatloaf. It just wouldn't be right. |
(It doesn't have to have barbecue sauce, by the way. I'm okay with gravy, too.)
What's that? You say we're not here to talk about the food? You say you want to talk about the musician who calls himself Meat Loaf? This guy:
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| Not nearly as appetizing. Or meaty. (Although ham is meat, and this guy is definitely hammy.) |
I like this song for a number of reasons. 1) It's darn fun to sing along with. 2) I love the baseball play-by-play interlude with Yankees announcer Phil Rizutto. 3) It's an excellent eight-minute long exercise song. The length of the song, plus the three parts to it, make it great for filling up some time during a 30 or 40 minute workout. D) It reminds me of being in Sheldon's basement. He (or Kendall) had it on record, and Sheldon introduced me to the song. He thought it was cool, so I thought it was cool, too. (Sheldon wasn't always my arbiter of "cool," but he was on this occasion.)
Of course, back then I didn't realize the sheer sextitude of the lyrics. Oh well. It's still great to fire me up when I'm on my elliptical.
COMING UP NEXT: The song that launched a million bad falsettos.
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