Strange, quietly desperate people, like myself, buy Ringo's albums. We require the seemingly undisturbed peaceful state that a gleeful nonchalant stage performer such Ringo Starr exudes. When we are in Ringo's company, we are undersea beneath the waves in the Octopus's Garden in the shade. We could be so happy, you and me, if we could remain there. Once we were fish, then we found land. Then one day, we realized that we are all water. When I realized this, I migrated straightforward to Ringo's Garden and have been them ever since. Can you hear my bubbles?