Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band
Festival Hall, Feb 16
NOBODY mentioned the B word. Not once. There were no Fab video montages, no '64 tour flashbacks, no moving eulogies to the brotherhood. Ringo Starr is a man who keeps his past at drumstick's length and his famous friends on a strictly here-and-now basis.
That said, we all knew why we
were there, sweating like old socks in the funny old box of Festival
Hall to MOR hits by Santana, Mr. Mister, Todd Rundgren and Toto.
Festival Hall, Feb 16
NOBODY mentioned the B word. Not once. There were no Fab video montages, no '64 tour flashbacks, no moving eulogies to the brotherhood. Ringo Starr is a man who keeps his past at drumstick's length and his famous friends on a strictly here-and-now basis.
That said, we all knew why we
were there, sweating like old socks in the funny old box of Festival
Hall to MOR hits by Santana, Mr. Mister, Todd Rundgren and Toto.
"He and his friends are why I do this," the latter's Steve Lukather testified before he shuffled into Rosanna.
Ringo just smiled and waved from behind his regally elevated kit, flashed his ubiquitous peace sign and slapped the skins to the jukebox cheese of Kyrie, Broken Wings and Hold the Line.
The All-Starrs honoured each classic with glee and gusto, peaking with a mid-set howl though Black Magic Woman.
But the highlights naturally occurred when the less flamboyant of the two drummers took centre stage. Yellow Submarine damn near brought the roof down. Boys, Honey Don't and I Wanna Be Your Man reminded us Ringo was a rocker when Carl Perkins' wore blue suede shoes. And hey, Don't Pass Me By isn't the worst track on the white album.
An exuberant grand finale of Photograph and With A Little Help From My Friends had the old hall reeling on her heels as the band segued into Give Peace A Chance but the Starr had already gone, in a flurry of peace signs and blown kisses, to make somebody else's day.
Ringo just smiled and waved from behind his regally elevated kit, flashed his ubiquitous peace sign and slapped the skins to the jukebox cheese of Kyrie, Broken Wings and Hold the Line.
The All-Starrs honoured each classic with glee and gusto, peaking with a mid-set howl though Black Magic Woman.
But the highlights naturally occurred when the less flamboyant of the two drummers took centre stage. Yellow Submarine damn near brought the roof down. Boys, Honey Don't and I Wanna Be Your Man reminded us Ringo was a rocker when Carl Perkins' wore blue suede shoes. And hey, Don't Pass Me By isn't the worst track on the white album.
An exuberant grand finale of Photograph and With A Little Help From My Friends had the old hall reeling on her heels as the band segued into Give Peace A Chance but the Starr had already gone, in a flurry of peace signs and blown kisses, to make somebody else's day.
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