He’s smaller, but the gut-busting voice hasn’t shrunk. Meat Loaf’s still touring for 2006’s Bat Out of Hell III, a bombastic effort of operatic anthems (“Seize the Night”) and rock-out, cock-out exertions (“The Monster is Loose,” “What About Love?”) that bleed in well enough with his greatest hits. Karaoke kids will pack in to pump their fists to “I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)”—the proposition, by the way, is threesomes—but will get steamrollered and schooled by Mr. Loaf’s dedicated fan base, all of whom will burst into tears at the tremble in his throat during “For Crying Out Loud,” his pared-down piano ballad that builds into an epic collision of violins, bells, and crashing drums. His tour has been selling enough tickets that it’s outlasted the production, release, and memory of at least one documentary, Meat Loaf: In Search of Paradise, which tracked the early Canadian shows where critics were uncomfortable that during “Paradise by the Dashboard Light,” Meat Loaf dry-humped a barely-clad backup singer one-third his age. (His solution wasn’t putting her in clothes, but putting himself in a younger Meat Loaf’s wig.) At 61 with 70 million albums sales under his broad belt, Meat Loaf has nothing to prove. But what makes his concerts so damned great is that he never stops trying.
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It’s been 17 years since Michael Bivins introduced the pop world to Boyz II Men—memorably by reading a newspaper on the john during their debut video “Motownphilly.” If you were of a certain age, say between 10 and 25, the four guys from Philly became the soundtrack of your memories: they crooned during your first slow dance and first kiss, walked you down the aisle at graduation and comforted you through heartbreak. Their later albums claim no part of your soul; still, they’re pleasant enough ditties to nod along to while screaming for monster hits like “It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye” and “On Bended Knee.” The martial snare drums of “Water Runs Dry” insist that no group since has so mastered the art of the apology song—nearly all of their slow jams are mea culpas for sticking it in the wrong chick or failing to buy anniversary flowers. (In contrast, Usher’s continual “Confessions” read as shallow and defensive.) And in a radio moment when every bump and grinder is merely a horndog aerobics instructor telling the ladies when and how to bend over and shake it, Boyz II Men knows that the surest way to drop panties is to coo, “Girl, your wish is my command.”
Before he starred in Falcon Crest, The Bold and the Beautiful, and Renegade, Lorenzo Lamas sang in the glee club. He returns to his roots in this free-ranging and irreverent cabaret show at the OC Performing Arts Center’s Samueli Theater where his steady baritone proves surprisingly capable of Broadway bombast, Rat Pack slick, and passionate Spanish crooners like “Besame Mucho,” during which the soap actor leans on memories of his father, Argentinean singer and actor Fernando Lamas. ” A lot of people have been shocked that I have a voice, and that makes it really fun for me,” says Lamas. Any panties thrown at the tuxedoed heartthrob? “Not yet,” he jokes, “but hopefully next show.”
Originally published in the LA Times