15 minutes … and then some
So Ringo Starr was on the radio a few days ago complaining that interviewers ask too many questions about the Beatles and don’t focus enough on his post-Beatle career. “I’ve recorded 17 solo albums since the Beatles broke up … so let’s talk about that.”
I think my exact response in the car was, “Oh for the lovuh … [expletive].” Of course - of course - it must get old talking about something for the rest of your life that you did for in your twenties as if it was the defining moment in your professional existence. I get that. Really. In some ways most of us can only attempt to try to imagine what it must be like. Except that … for a professional musician, being a member of the effing Beatles is pretty much … well, The Defining Moment In Your Professional Existence.
But then as I continued to listen to the interview, it was hard to not like the guy and have a little sympathy for his complaint, or at least, hard not to appreciate his sense of humor about the whole thing.
“I was asked many times to write my autobiography, but basically, people only want the eight years I was in The Beatles. They’re not really interested in my before life or after life,” Starr says. “There would be 10 volumes before I got to The Beatles.”
I don’t really think many people, probably including Ringo Starr, think that anyone, anywhere would be saying anything at this point in the history of Anglo-American pop music about Ringo Starr if it weren’t for his stint with the Beatles. Not asking about the Beatles in a Starr interview would be like Peg McKamey not turning on the audience at some point and drawling out at them about how “lahf is eeeezie … when yer up on the mowntin.” And yet … I guess it’s a sign of old age, maybe, or going soft or something, but I can’t really begrudge Starr getting his 15 minutes and then some. I just hope the McKameys don’t stop singing “Gawd on the Mountain.”Email this Post