Back in the early seventies, a young songwriter was attempting to find a home for a slew of ridiculously overblown songs that featured the perfect American storm of sex, motorcycles and rock n roll. This heady stew of teen angst and raging hormones, delivered with Wagnerian excess, would prove to be a very hard sell. The songwriter was Jim Steinman and he'd already been working in musical theatre for some years when he crossed paths with a budding actor/singer, with the voice to match his imposing frame, who went by the unusual moniker of Meat Loaf. The larger than life singer possessed the vocal power, range, and bravado to bring Steinman's songs to life and they began the search for a record label which would prove very difficult. In other words, they were turned down flat by pretty much every label executive in America until the Cleveland label (an Epic offshoot) took a chance and the slow build to rock legend status commenced.