arly in his career, Richard Starkey was the drummer in another Liverpool band, Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, with whom he played numerous gigs at Butlins — a chain of insistently cheerful holiday camps designed to provide affordable vacations for working-class Brits desperate for a break, any break. Almost 60 years later, the career of the man who became Ringo Starr has come full circle: He now drums in a band purveying insistently cheerful music for audiences desperate for a Beatle, any Beatle.
Sir Ringo, as we may now call him, was always the dispensable Beatle. When he first joined the group, as he admitted on Saturday night in Tel Aviv, he “wrote a lot of songs” but they were never recorded. (That was the only self-deprecating moment he allowed himself in the show, and even that was probably unwitting.) He certainly couldn’t sing. It is frequently, nastily, but quite possibly accurately asserted that he wasn’t even the group’s best drummer. (Take a bow, Paul.)
Source: David Horovitz/timesofisrael.com