Is Meat Loaf The Orson Welles Of Rock?
By Machine Rock
Riding up the hotel elevator, mere minutes away from a face-to-face confrontation with the one and only (youd better believe it) Meat Loaf, Ive got this Goddamned stupid Henny Youngman joke ricocheting around in my brain and I just cant seem to shake it out:
My wife is so fat, when she sits around the house, she really sits around the house.
Considering the sheer physical girth of critical mass that comprises The Loaf, clearly this is not a joke one would recount in his presence - at least, not out loud.
Ysee, Meat Loaf isnt fat so much as hes just well, slightly overweight. I mean, when you usually think of a fat person, inevitably a picture comes to mind of a being somewhat akin to a sluggish, flab-layered jelly donut, incapable of even the most simplistic of motor activities. Meat Loaf, on the other hand, has the kind of natural power presence, which indicates that, if he so desired, he could destroy you into a pulpy mess using only the pinky finger of his left hand.
In fact, the only other person Ive ever met who could even come closely to the above description would be Orson Welles. Indeed, after watching The Loaf command the El Mocambo stage for two nights last month, I was awed by the fact that if Orson Welles of Citizen Kane (i.e., POWER) ever merged with the Orson Welles of Touch Of Evil (i.e., SIZE) and formed a rock n roll band, hed be Meat Loaf.
Yeah, a few people have mentioned that, says Jim Steinman, Meat Loafs pianist and principle composer (not to mention Joseph Cotton foil.) Yeah, he continues, Touch Of Evil is my favorite. The great thing about Orson Welles is the combination of power and brilliance. I really identify with Orson Welles, too. I mean, hes my favorite film director - he and Hitchcock. Touch Of Evil and Psycho are my favorite movies, too. Ive seen both of them twenty times. You cant top anything in movies for Orson Welles entrance in Touch Of Evil, coming out of that car.
At this point, Meat Loaf (who up until now had been conducting another interview in the bathroom, of all places) emerged into the room like a wild panther stalking his prey. Eyes wild and long blond hair flying back, The Loaf looked as if he had just eaten Ted Nugent for breakfast.
Boy, is it ever hard trying to be Jim Steinman and Meat Loaf at the same time, he growled at me, referring to the one-man bathroom interview. Whats all this about me being the Orson Welles of rock? he demanded. He had heard the comparisons before, I gathered. Orson Welles yeah, he admitted in a low tone.
After all, when hes performing, Meat Loaf sure looks the part, storming all over the stage as if he owned it -
I DO OWN IT! he bellowed in a voice that almost shattered the windows. As far as Im concerned, its mine, he glared.
I mentioned that it was great to hear a vocalist who can hit the same notes on stage that he does on the record.
Yeah, I work at makin it, explained The Loaf. My auditions are like athletic events, confides Steinman, a full moon playing lightly on his shoulders. When I was doing theater and I was auditioning singers for musicals, all Id ever say was could you do that louder and could you raise it five steps? I just cant stand hearing a singer singing comfortably.
He never asked me to do that, though, says The Loaf smugly.
But the habits always been with Meat to end up on a hospital bed having sung five nights in a row, counters Steinman.
Do you think we could lower the key a bit? says Steinman impersonating The Loaf. Would he do such a thing to help out his partners throat?
ABSOLUTELY NOT! Itll sound great - even if youre bleeding. I think its thrilling even if your voice is ripped up
Suddenly Im aware of a faint scratching outside the hotel room door. I ignore it and shift uneasily in my chair.
Im a big fan of German opera, Steinman continues. I grew up loving Wagner.
I CANT STAND OPERA! screams The Loaf in a furry of obscene denunciations.
Meats not into opera, is he? I ask Steinman.
Uh, no hes not into it hes not a real opera freak but were both sports freaks
At last! A topic I can sink my teeth into! Oh yeah? I crow, Whaddya into? What kind of sports? Hockey? Baseball?
Baseball, man, baseball! screams The Loaf, the blood rushing to his brain. Baseball, agrees Steinman. Baseballs beautiful.
Didja follow Oakland a couple of years ago? I ask.
Nah, Im a Yankee fan, asserts Meat.
I was a Mets fan, confesses Steinman. I love baseball more than anything. Football, is, like, chaos.
Suddenly Steinmans eyes glaze over, trance-like. He leans towards me, his voice a menacing monotone of suppressed passion. The beauty of baseball is that its infinite
The scratching outside the door becomes more pronounced; a thick gray mist starts wrapping itself around my ankles.
A baseball inning could go on, theoretically, for ever
But whats this got to do with your music? I scream, heading for the door.
Just as the elevator doors close in front of me, Steinman yells, IF FOOTBALL IS LED ZEPPLIN, THE GREATEST THING ABOUT BASEBALL IS THAT ITS THE BEACH BOYS!
I adjusted the garland of Wolfbane around my neck, pushed that button marked lobby and prepared myself for the slow descent down.