Singer Meat Loaf’s work rarely involved blood. From time to time it’s about petrol, love letter ink, tears and even more intimate secretions. Above all, it was about sweat. meat loaf She spilled it on stage, by the liter and after a few seconds of show time. He made sure that the werewolf mane was sticking all over his face and the white frilly shirt was turning dark and transparent. It ran down his right and left while he was singing, in streams next to his wide-open eyes, and no, that’s neither indiscreet nor body shaming, because he made a fetish out of it himself.
Meat Loaf is dead – an obituary: Like a heroic tenor from hell – culture
