January 2008



INTERVIEWER: Also you sing, ‘I never missed a beat.’

RINGO: I never did, and that’s just how it is. If I hit that drum, it was in the right space, at the right time.

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The film’s wrap party was at Arsenal Lanes. So many freakin’ sweethearts in the cast and crew. In this pic I’m grinning like a fool with the the film’s producer Bingo Gubelmann, because I’d just learned that he co-wrote the Jimmy Buffet/Clint Black country tune “Conky-Tonkin.'” (Meanwhile, Reba and Kelly Clarkson were playing a couple hours south in Morgantown, WV, but I was just too wiped out to drive down there.)

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Someone picked up my beloved Treo (my trusty PDA/ smartphone) and took this photo of me just before I started shooting our performance scene. What’s creepy is that I have absolutely no idea who did that.

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6pm, finally setting up for our scene.

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We are filming today a bar called ‘The Pit’ in McDonald, PA.

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I flew into Pittsburgh today for the ‘Homecoming’ movie shoot tomorrow morning. During my college years in the 90s, I had some sublime music experiences right here on post-industrial Smallman Street, at the long-departed pair of sister clubs, Metropol and Rosebud. I saw Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings for the first of many times (opening for Richard Buckner, methinks). I saw Belly (with some new band called ‘Radiohead’ opening for them). Boy George. Cowboy Junkies. Skinny Puppy. Howard Jones chastizing the chattering audience (Come on, dude: you’re playing only new material, accompanied solely by a bongo player chick!). And a local band with whom I was intimate that hugely influenced my my music years later – Manifold Splendour.

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I’m shooting a movie scene in a couple days, and I’m eating as though I’m preparing for the lead role in “Bridget Jones’ Diary.” Whenever I visit my friend David here in Murray Hill, I eat myself sick on sweets from the Indian shops on Lexington Avenue. Barfi is essentially a sugary gut brick, made with finely ground nuts and heavy cream. Resistance is futile.

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