Happy Birthday – Ringo!

See? No need to say which Ringo we mean.

There's a lot of claptrap about Ringo being 'the luckiest Beatle'*, much as there are eeijits who deride Meg White for her artful artlessly simple drumming (Jack's not the same without her).

Like a lot of people who know zip about music, writing songs, being in a band (and keeping it together), these claptrappers fail to notice – what it means to truly know music, writing a song, being in a band (and keeping it together).

Not that Ringo, surprisingly the eldest Beatle, needs our support. His unadorned vocals grace many Beatles hits that are close to our heart. His left-handed, often spacious, counter-intuitive parts have influenced a bahzillion drummers. We wish even more drummers would take note.

Here's him and Tonmeister Martin on a specific drumming sickness.



While in the Beatles, Ringo also had a vital part in keeping the opposing egos in check; and when it was he who'd had enough, that was the true death-knell of the band, not anyone's girlfriend. That's why a band is a band, and not Take That.^

Ringo was also the first to see through the cloud of poop that was hippy mysticism (explaining the ashram experience as, "a bit like Butlins"+). Perhaps even more than the Gods of Thunder following him (like Mr Bonham), Ringo established the template of what a down-to-earth drummer ought to be. A rock. Who swings as he roques.



So we wish him a hearty, "Happy 75th, lad!". Have a bevy of Mickey Mouse on us!


 
* Shame on you, Seth Godin. And the rest of ye.

^ Indeed, in the early days, the Beatles were oft described as being a "four-headed monster" that acted as one. Beatles-Borg?

+ Butlins is the very British institution of going on family holidays in camps ringed with barbed wire. No, really.

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