Ringo at 75
This guy has found the fountain of youth:
It’s certainly not from a lifetime of clean living, although he went on the wagon in 1988:
Starr was the only Beatle who accepted the presence of Yoko Ono and when the band split in 1970 he was the only member to remain close to the other three while they fell out. In part, you suspect, it was because he was so easy to like and had a habit of summing up a situation in the simplest terms.
…It was after the band broke up, John Lennon was murdered and his surrogate “family” ”“ as he called it ”“ disintegrated that his problems began…
in 1981 he married a bona fide Bond Girl, the actress Barbara Bach, who had starred in The Spy Who Loved Me and to whom he remains devoted.
Together the couple set about living it up. There was said to be no rock and roll party in Los Angeles if Ringo wasn’t there, and by the mid-Eighties he was downing a bottle of Mumm champagne before lunch and rounding off his day by consuming more nefarious substances.
He once said he wouldn’t go out because you’d have to be in the car for 40 minutes without a drink. He’d started drinking in the mid-Seventies, replacing cognac with brandy Alexanders, and then when his addiction really escalated wine, often sinking 16 bottles a day.
“I got involved with a lot of different medications and you can listen to my records go downhill as the amount of medication went up,” he once said. “I’ve got photographs of me playing all over the world but I’ve absolutely no memory of it. I played Washington with the Beach Boys ”“ or so they tell me. But there’s only a photo to prove it.”
However, it was only when he began to worry that he couldn’t stop drinking that he sought help. Seven years after their marriage, he and Barbara booked into a drying out clinic in Tucson, Arizona. “I’m not a violent man,” he reflected recently, “But I was getting violent. And it was just painful, waking up in the morning and starting drinking again.”
Sixteen bottles of wine a day doesn’t seem possible. Sixteen wine-sized bottles of water a day doesn’t seem possible.
[NOTE: More on looking young and seeming young.]
It’s called hair dye.
Well, you know it don’t come easy.
Too bad all he has is a photograph.
Richard:
Much more than hair dye, although hair dye helps.
The beard also helps, and the dark glasses, and that he’s slim.
Ringo was older and came to the band late so he appreciated his success and kept his perspective and his sanity all through the crazy years. Charlie Watts took his walk on the wild side later in life as well, long after the others had subsided (well, somewhat). OTOH, Cf., Keith Moon, John Bonham.
Rocks stars seem to come in two varieties:
Those that die at 27
and
Those who are apparently immortals who can with stand any amount of drug abuse.
Keith Richards lives.
Think about that.
16 bottles is a good start.
So when did he quit? Any relapses?
Sounds like quite a pig for a few decades there; amazed he survived.
A colleague in training, one of the nicest men I have ever known, a brilliant physician with a great deal more political sense than I ever had, was dead of alcoholic cirrhosis/liver failure at age 39. Left wife, 4 kids.
The fountain of youth:
Zhan zhuang (站桩)
Self administered cultivation.
Good luck!
G6, started that chi gong thing a few years ago, although some official medical doctors with their Authority degrees and awards from Society, thought didn’t work because nobody ever told them how it worked.
The breathing control method has many effects, but Westerners would be most familiar with it being used by snipers and marksmen, or magicians doing stunts by holding their breath and slowing their heart rates.
The scientific consensus is retarded, or rather it has an expiration date. Just like the various models of the atom. The first one was “superior” and the “consensus”, after scientists stopped ridiculing the unorthodox theories of course. But eventually, that “consensus” is shown to be obsolete and somewhat incompetent.
http://amasci.com/weird/vindac.html#j46
There’s entire lists of physicists and other scientists that couldn’t accept that their Era was over, that their band wagon bullsh was no longer real science. They struggled with what they didn’t know, with what was outside their field of specialty, and eventually they submitted to the Methodology of Science. No matter how many awards they got, no matter how much ego their jobs and titles pumped them up with, the doctors and physicists didn’t know a damn thing.
Only individual geniuses that shattered social authority and consensus, forwarded the Race. Everybody else just took those ideas, stole them, or used them to make money. Then they became to “accept it” as their own wisdom, bought and borrowed.