I have a problem with people that call Ringo Starr a bad drummer. I don’t know where this concept got started, but it’s wrong. Sure, when the Beatles were first starting out he was no showman. And then you can bring up truly great drummers like Bozzio and Peart. But Ringo evolved. And no matter what you may think you know about him, he was a fine drummer.
I know a lot of musicians and music teachers. Yeah, not always the best people to talk to. But I remember a friend of an ex-girlfriend. He was her jazz piano teacher. If you know jazz piano, you know that shit is hard. Fucking hard. The dude was a complete stereotype. He was an old black guy. And he was blind. I shit you not.
Very cool dude. He always fucked with me. “Why is this wonderful woman going out with a guy that stinks so bad? Back off on that cheap cologne brother. You ain’t no whore.”
Anyway, we were lucky enough to spend many hours with this fucking jazz virtuoso drinking in a bar. And of course I said stupid things. Like, Ringo was a bad drummer. Dude would look at me. Directly at me, like he could see my eyes and he’d say…
You are another stupid white boy. You were raised on the music that was created by my people. And you know nothing.
Of course I was pissed off. What does this blind black dude know about me?
He laid it down for me. Probably because he felt sorry for my girlfriend.
He said, and of course I’m paraphrasing now. I was a bit drunk.
He said, "I teach all over the world, boy. And when I need a drummer, first I let him do his shit. When he’s tired out, I tell him… Do it like Ringo would do it. "
“Not just me. Anyone I work with. We tell them. Do it like Ringo would do it.”
“That meant, stick with the plan. And if we like you. If you are good. Then you can go crazy. In the numbers.”
Then he would grab my girlfriend’s boob.