The Meat Loaf saga began on the day when LiveNation’s web site adamantly refused to sell me last-minute tickets to see Kris Allen with Barenaked Ladies. Just as smoke from the money burning a hole in my wallet was curling up toward the ceiling detector, a pal appeared on my doorstep, demanding to know if I was a Meat Loaf fan.
“Why, yes, kind sir,” said I.
Lo! Mr. Loaf was coming to town. I quickly talked pal — whom we’ll call Dr. Bill because we can — down off the ledge of $365 meet-and-greet tickets, determined that the $125 seats had sold out, and put myself on the hook for an $80 seat that I would occupy beside Dr. Bill and his wife, whom we’ll call Betty for no good reason at all. Read the rest of this entry »