Back in 1978 when Camera Girl and I were still newlyweds and music concerts were still a very important part of the youth culture, I bought two $6.50 tickets to see Meatloaf perform the Bat Out of Hell songs on a local college stage but just days before that concert, the big fat dopey bastard falls off a concert stage and breaks his leg and we never got the chance to see him again.
But never let it be said that I can’t hold a grudge beyond the grave. I still have the tickets and a bargain’s a bargain.
Meatloaf, you big fat dopey bastard, you still owe me one Bat Out of Hell concert. You’re gonna have to perform it even if it is at the gates of hell. See you there.