Dating meatloafs daughter
There's something I've always wondered about this song.
In a way it strikes me as a response to Janis Ian's song "At Seventeen." One reason for this is the line at the end of the song "It was long ago and it was far away ..." which matches a similar line in Janis Ian's song. She's singing about missing out on love at 17 and Meat Loaf is replying that she may have been better of that way.
I've seen a few others on highlight shows since then.
It's rare, but not unheard of and succeeds because no one expects it.
She will be seen in the upcoming film “The Intern,” starring Anne Hathaway, and the short “Death and Cupcakes.” On television, Funke appeared in the hit series “The Affair.” On the stage, she was featured in the off-Broadway hit “Punk Rock” and starred opposite Jake Gyllenhaal in the Roundabout Theater’s “If There Is I Haven’t Found It Yet.” Her additional theater credits include the Broadway production of “Hairspray” and the San Francisco production of “Wicked.” Funke holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts in musical theater from the University of Oklahoma and is a graduate of the School at Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago.Does anyone know if there's anything to this or if it's just a coincidence.Thanks to this song everyone in my school thinks I'm weird.Some lanky high school freshman kid with a too-red face who never got the memo on how combs work had that determined look in his eye of: "One day I'm going to look like John Cusack," and knocked on our front door to pick up my daughter for her first real "date." I waved to his my-age dad sitting in his car, waiting to take them to the freshman dance. Fat/no fat, gristle/no gristle -- it was going down the hatch. To this day, I can't watch "Fear Factor" type-shows without flashbacks of my brother Terry and I sitting there a half hour after everybody else left the table gnawing on some nasty-ass piece of rubber blubber imagining we were downing live 17-year locusts. When our food showed up, I cut my New York steak with my steak knife, and stuck a big honking piece of it in my mouth. At least that's what I thought it was when I cut it. While I looked at Sandy with a smile on my face, in my mind I was chewing on an eye. I nonchalantly put my napkin to my face like I was patting my cheeks, and spit the hunk of blubber in my napkin. Trying to be calm, she said something the size of a rat just ran over her right foot.As I shook the kid's hand and looked in his eyes, I spotted that first-date terror festering underneath his goofy, "it's no big deal" grin. As we continued to chat away, I positioned the napkin under our table and dumped the grizzly evidence on the plush carpet. The plan would have worked perfectly, but it landed on Sandy's exposed toes. Next thing you know that Ilie Nastasi wanna-be had his greasy, mop-top head under our table looking around for animals and probably up her skirt.