I met Meat Loaf and he yelled like a wolf
This is a comment piece by Dylan Jones
MEAT Loaf was a big man. Six feet tall in his sheer stage-stocking feet.
But he was the runt of the family, or so he said.
“Some of my family were seven foot tall, and some weighed 700lb,” claimed the singer, who died yesterday at the age of 74.
“The men on my side of the family were huge. I am the smallest of all the men on my father’s side.”
I met him once, and he was right. It was backstage at an awards show in London in the 1990s, and he was holding court in his dressing room.
He was squeezed into a shiny evening suit that had obviously been made for a much smaller man, and he looked a little ridiculous.
But he still looked cool. After all, he was Meat Loaf.
“Hi,” he said, beaming a massive showbiz smile. “I’m Meat,” as though he’d been saying it all his life.
And in a way, he had. He was born Marvin Lee Aday, but had been called Meat Loaf since he was a boy. For less than obvious reasons.