mostly david ephgrave

I’m warning you with Peace and Love that Ringo Starr's 77 today. It’s extraordinary to think the most underrated Beatle is pushing eighty, particularly when he’s looked the same for a good decade or so; it seems constantly wearing sunglasses and that closely-cropped beard since the late-1980s has paid off. He’s a man who provokes frustration as, despite once seeming the most amenable Fab, these days he’s very hard to like; it’s as if he felt it necessary to take Lennon’s brashness after he passed away, along with his iconoclastic nature, famously slamming his old home town Liverpool, his fans for requesting signed pictures and often putting Paul in his place. While I find it hard to warm to modern-day Ringo, there’s one thing I know for certain: the suggestion he wasn’t a good drummer is a myth. His playing is about as distinctive as it gets; it wouldn’t matter what kit he's behind, you’d always know it’s him, yet for some reason he always ...