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The Monster is Loose
Nov. 2nd, 2006 06:08 pmHalloween was phenominal:
Monica gave me a heads up about Meat Loaf's Bat Out of Hell III ... I guess premier would be the best word... at the local Rave theatre. So we pounced on tickets like they'd be disappearing fast... When we got to the show, we were a little disappointed to be two of, like, eight people there. Ah well. That just meant fewer people to wince when we sang along under our breath.
Because it's Meat. You can't NOT sing along. It would be rock and roll sacrilege.
It's good to hear his voice again, good to hear range in it, and control and power. It's good to see footage of his live shows where the range and control and power and theatric sensability are there, too. He's come a long way from twitching on the floor with an oxygen mask--now he can support all that he throws out during shows.
I'm as pleased and proud as a mama at a graduation. :D
(Don't let the coherant sentances fool you; I'm a squeely fangirl with a vaguely avuncular crush, is what I am. Tuesday night, the only words were "Look at that little-boy smile!" and "God, he rocks..." interspersed with happy wiggles.)
So we blew our monthly budgets on autographed linernotes and media, and I've been jamming out to "The Monster is Loose" and (because the concert footage of Meat and Patti Russo singing it was wonderful) "Couldn't Have Said It Better" since.
(I found his official MySpace, which is to say, the profile that people affiliated with Meat maintain to preach the word to the MySpace-addicted masses and keep squatters from claiming the space: Here 'tis. Now you can jam out a bit, too.)
~~~~~
Yesterday, Dae noticed the lithograph of the album cover on the table. I stood back and waited for his reaction. "It's a BAT!" he chirped, smiling, "And it's got fire!" And then he climbed up into a chair to very earnestly tell the firebreathing bat all about his day.
This morning, he was lured into the room by strains of "Couldn't Have Said It Better". Noticing the open browser, he asked me to look up pictures of bats online. We spent fifteen minutes on fox bats and leafnosed bats and fruit bats and bats with big huge ears whose name I've forgotten.
It's an educational opportunity. I love it.
Then he stuffed nickels between my toes and pennies between his and informed me that he has two claws and I have three; he's a Tyrannosaurus Rex and I'm an Allosaurus.
~grin~
Roar.
My little monster's loose.
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As a complete sidebar:
Turns out the blonde singing backup is Pearl. And look what else she's up to! Seamstress for the Band. Yah, niftiness! :)
Monica gave me a heads up about Meat Loaf's Bat Out of Hell III ... I guess premier would be the best word... at the local Rave theatre. So we pounced on tickets like they'd be disappearing fast... When we got to the show, we were a little disappointed to be two of, like, eight people there. Ah well. That just meant fewer people to wince when we sang along under our breath.
Because it's Meat. You can't NOT sing along. It would be rock and roll sacrilege.
It's good to hear his voice again, good to hear range in it, and control and power. It's good to see footage of his live shows where the range and control and power and theatric sensability are there, too. He's come a long way from twitching on the floor with an oxygen mask--now he can support all that he throws out during shows.
I'm as pleased and proud as a mama at a graduation. :D
(Don't let the coherant sentances fool you; I'm a squeely fangirl with a vaguely avuncular crush, is what I am. Tuesday night, the only words were "Look at that little-boy smile!" and "God, he rocks..." interspersed with happy wiggles.)
So we blew our monthly budgets on autographed linernotes and media, and I've been jamming out to "The Monster is Loose" and (because the concert footage of Meat and Patti Russo singing it was wonderful) "Couldn't Have Said It Better" since.
(I found his official MySpace, which is to say, the profile that people affiliated with Meat maintain to preach the word to the MySpace-addicted masses and keep squatters from claiming the space: Here 'tis. Now you can jam out a bit, too.)
~~~~~
Yesterday, Dae noticed the lithograph of the album cover on the table. I stood back and waited for his reaction. "It's a BAT!" he chirped, smiling, "And it's got fire!" And then he climbed up into a chair to very earnestly tell the firebreathing bat all about his day.
This morning, he was lured into the room by strains of "Couldn't Have Said It Better". Noticing the open browser, he asked me to look up pictures of bats online. We spent fifteen minutes on fox bats and leafnosed bats and fruit bats and bats with big huge ears whose name I've forgotten.
It's an educational opportunity. I love it.
Then he stuffed nickels between my toes and pennies between his and informed me that he has two claws and I have three; he's a Tyrannosaurus Rex and I'm an Allosaurus.
~grin~
Roar.
My little monster's loose.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As a complete sidebar:
Turns out the blonde singing backup is Pearl. And look what else she's up to! Seamstress for the Band. Yah, niftiness! :)
