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June 17, 2016 | video | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
The singer Meatloaf has a storied history of being super fat and nearly dying. Not many people can claim to have been hit in the head by a flying shot-put and survived. Or just been hit in the head by a shot-put. The sweaty rockstar who gave himself a name that almost assured myocardial infarction down the road collapsed onstage during a performance in Canada. It would have been more shocking had he not already collapsed on stage during a concert in Canada five years ago from a heat condition and shortly thereafter announced his retirement. Fucking bills.
To Meatloaf’s credit, he’s refused to backdown from performances involving running around the stage and working up a disturbing amount of greasy flop sweat. To his discredit, he’s sixty-eight and the fact that he’s still alive is a medical mystery he seems determined to tempt repeatedly. There’s something potentially heroic about going out doing what you love. Far less inspiring for the fans who have to watch his lifeless body carted off the stage behind a Toyota pickup like a slain bull in the ring after the Matador ovations have ceased.