Meat Loaf is scholastic adviser at the school of rock

A course in three-chord heaven at Rock'n'Roll Fantasy CampMeat Loaf is in my face. He's just ­listened to me do a keyboard solo on Get It On, the old T Rex number, and he is not ­impressed. (Neither am I, but that doesn't seem important.)"Way too timid," he says. "You've got to own it, man." I nod uncertainly.Meat (as everyone calls him) is no longer the shaggy-haired, sweaty ogre of a showman from the Bat Out of Hell era. He hasn't exactly become a shrinking ­violet – shyness w...

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