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Posted by The Zeitgeisty Report (c) on Jul 9th, 2010

Got to pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues
And you know it don’t come easy

-Richard Starkey, M.B.E

Ringo Starr is seventy-years-old.

I wrote those words down and stared long and hard at them, scarcely believing it. This just might take a bit of adjusting.

I can remember the moment as if it were yesterday. On a vacant lot in my hometown, where the garage of the Goshen Volunteer Ambulance stands today, there once stood a majestic house that had long since been torn down. By July of 1970, all that remained of the structure was its chimney, which we kids liked to climb. On this particular day I was standing triumphant at the chimney’s top when I looked down and there stood my cousin Gene Degan. He relayed to me with the awful news:

“Today is Ringo Starr’s thirtieth birthday”, he said.

What? Thirty??? That is so old, I remember thinking. This just might take a bit of adjusting. The great adage of the day was “Never trust anybody over the age of thirty”. By and by, I got used to the idea – but seventy? There oughtta be a law!

Seven decades ago today, on July 7, 1940 Richard Starkey, Jr. was born in Liverpool, England. Of all of his future band mates, he was the one who grew up in real poverty. Ringo would grow into maturity with no memory of the father who abandoned him and his mother when he was still a toddler. If he retained any bitterness as an adult it was never in evidence. John Lennon’s emotional scars were always in evidence (“A working class hero is something to be”) and yet his boyhood, on the surface anyway, was comfortable and middle class.

Ringo’s early years were a struggle – not only economically but physically. Hospitalized for months at a stretch with peritonitis (among other ailments) for a while it was not even certain that the child would live to see his tenth birthday. As a result his schooling suffered dreadfully. By the time he joined the Beatles in August of 1962, Ringo Starr was barely educated.

They’re gonna put me in the movies
They’re gonna make a big star out of me
We’ll make a film about a man that’s sad and lonely
And all I’ve gotta do is act naturally!
Here is something I’ve been saying in private for many years so I might as well repeat myself publicly: The Beatles never would have made it without Ringo. While John Lennon may have been the wit of that band, Ringo Starr was the clown prince. As funny as Lennon was, he was not always lovable. It was impossible not to love Ringo. When the Fab Four touched down on America’s shores in the late winter of 1964, he was the main focus of the press and fans alike. Being the shortest member of the band he was often referred to as “the runt of the liter”. When they made their first two films in 1964 and 1965, it was only natural that poor little Ringo would be the focus of both plots. At the time, many a respected critic were comparing him to Charlie Chaplin.

You may remember back in May I wrote about the trek my brother Pete and our friend Kevin Swanwick made to Abbey Road Studios in London. Last month Kevin and I journeyed up to Bethel Woods to see Ringo Starr in concert. It was amazing watching him. As Swanwick remarked to me when it was over, he didn’t look a day older than the two of us – and we’re both eighteen years his junior! When all four of the Beatles were still alive I used to believe that the heavy smoking, hard drinking Ringo would be the first to go and that the sushi-addicted Lennon would survive them all. How ironic is that? Who would have believed all those year ago that Ringo would eventually clean his act up and and that John would be murdered? Life is funny that way, you know?

One of the annoying myths about Ringo Starr, one that has persisted for almost half a century now, is that he is – at best – a mediocre drummer. What are the roots of this silly notion? Most of the films of Ringo in action were taken when he was performing in concert with the Beatles – in front of an audience of fans screaming at full decibel. What must be remembered is that in this type of venue the band could not even hear themselves. It was all the poor guy could to to keep up a basic back beat with no fills whatsoever. All one has to do is listen to the recordings to understand that he was not only a good drummer, he was one of the best! Just listen to what he does in A Day in the Life. No less an authority than Phil Collins once described his work on that track as some of the greatest drumming in the history of rock music. Just listen to those incredible recordings.

He never was as prolific musically as the other Beatles. While it cannot be denied that he will not be remembered as the greatest composer who ever lived, it is also undeniable that he has written some great songs. It Don’t Come Easy, Photograph (co-written with George Harrison) and Oh My My are three of the finest post-Beatles recordings you can name. And while he probably won’t be remembered as one of the greatest singers of his era, I have always felt (and I’m not alone here) that he has a beautiful baritone voice. Listen to What Goes On, Honey Don’t and With a Little Help from My Friends. Can you imagine anyone else but Ringo Starr singing those tracks? Not me.

He does indeed get by with a little help from his friends. It should surprise no one that he is one of the most beloved figures in show business history. He was and is the personification of the joy of living, good cheer and plain, old-fashioned silliness. In all these years I’ve spent Ringo Watching, I have seen him lose control of his emotions only once. It was in 1981, less than a year after Lennon’s death. In a televised interview, Barbara Walters asked him to reflect on his beloved friend’s life and memory. He started to speak but then the tears came to his eyes and he could not go on. Never was his humanity revealed as much as in this moment. No wonder we love this guy so much.

He has said that the proudest moment of his life was in June of 1967 when he, John, Paul and George made the recording All You Need Is Love, which was simulcast to a worldwide audience of almost a billion people. “We were doing it for love and bloody peace, man!”, he said many years later, “It was a fantastic time to be alive.” To this very day “Peace and Love” is Ringo’s trademark salutation.

Happy birthday, Ringo! Peace and Love to you, too, mate!

Source: http://www.zeitgeistyreport.com/articles/2010/07/09/happy-birthday-ringo-starr-the-beatles-unsung-hero-is-70/