Oh, the drama! The Who, those rock ‘n’ roll dinosaurs who somehow haven’t gone extinct yet, have reportedly kicked their drummer, Zak Starkey (yes, Ringo’s son!), to the curb. Apparently, his drumming wasn’t exactly “My Generation” level, more like “My Disappointment Generation.” 😂
The band’s spokesperson gave a statement to *The Mirror* (because, you know, *Rolling Stone* was too busy covering Harry Styles’ toenail clippings) saying they “made a collective decision” to part ways after Starkey’s performance at the Royal Albert Hall. They wished him the best, but we all know what that really means: “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.”
Word on the street is that things got a little tense during The Who’s recent Teenage Cancer Trust gigs. There were missed cues, botched notes, and general musical mayhem. One video even shows frontman Roger Daltrey stopping mid-song, complaining that he couldn’t hear the key over Starkey’s “boom, boom, boom” drumming. Talk about throwing someone under the bus! 🚌💨
Some fans online have pointed out that Starkey’s drumming doesn’t quite live up to the legendary Keith Moon’s original parts. I mean, who could? The man was a chaotic genius! Trying to replace him is like trying to replace the sun with a lightbulb.💡 Good luck with that!
“Insiders” (probably the tea lady and a janitor) told *The Mirror* there were “a few issues with the drumming” and that the “standard wasn’t as high as everyone wanted.” Translation: Starkey’s drumming was so bad, it made Pete Townshend’s windmilling look like a gentle breeze. 🌬️
But hold on! Another source claimed Starkey’s firing “doesn’t make any sense” and that he’s a “talented drummer.” So, is he a drumming god or a musical menace? 🤔 The world may never know.
Starkey himself seemed to confirm the news on Instagram with a series of cryptic (and hilariously misspelled) posts. He even suggested he’d be replaced by someone from the “Burwash Carwash Skiffle ‘n’ Tickle Glee Club Harmony Without Empathy Allstars.” Okay, Zak, we get it. You’re bitter. But honestly, that name is pure gold! 🥇
Meanwhile, Daltrey and Townshend are carrying on as if nothing happened. They’ve got shows booked in Italy, because apparently, Italians have lower standards for rock music. (Just kidding!… Mostly. 😉) Daltrey’s also got solo gigs in the UK, so he can finally sing without any pesky drummers messing him up. 🎤✨
So, what’s the real story? Was Starkey a drumming disaster, or was he just a scapegoat for The Who’s declining talent? We may never know the truth, but one thing’s for sure: this whole saga is more entertaining than any of their recent concerts. 🍿
Oh, and in case you were wondering, you can still catch The Who (minus Starkey) live in Italy this July. Just bring earplugs… and maybe a metronome. metronome. 👂 🕰️
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