Meat Loaf fixes me with his steely blue eyes, leans towards my chair and says quietly: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” It’s no wonder I look a little pale.
Just 40 minutes earlier, we’d barely exchanged pleasantries before he started lecturing me on the wildly exaggerated reports of his demise.
One American paper even declared him dead after he collapsed on stage in June at Edmonton, Canada.
