How did Paul make vastly more money?

Probably had a bunch of advertising deals, his likeness was used more often than the other Beatles probably, since he was the most attractive to people at the time.

Ehh, I didn't read the image properly. Oh well lol.

>be George Harrison
>make the same as Ringo

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>tfw ringo could have been humanity's first quadrillionaire if he played his cards right

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What's the source on this?

Did McCartney write In My Life? So no.

He wrote the biggest tunes

>The packed arena had not come, however, to hear the Starrs, but, rather, the Starr. He did not shine.
>He slipped in his best post-Beatles tune, “It Don’t Come Easy,” right after the opening number (“Matchbox” by Carl Perkins) and it was all pretty much downhill from there. He covered several of the songs he’d sung in The Beatles — and that’s really the sorry point: they sounded like cover versions even though the original, distinctive singer was right here in front of us singing them. “Yellow Submarine” was particularly depressing, a children’s ditty now lumberingly played by an assortment of late-middle-aged white men, bereft of Lennon’s cackling background irreverence, and saccharine tailored for Israel with a forced ad lib in which Starr asked Gouldman where their jaunty sub was headed, and the sidekick replied, “To the great city of Tel Aviv, sir.” (If you doubt that 70-something-year-old ex-Beatles can still be vibrant, musical and genuinely joy-bringing, watch McCartney’s new Carpool Karaoke. Defy you not to smile.)
>Things got worse with an unwise performance of “You’re Sixteen,” whose lyrics no sensible man of 77 would attempt, but which Ringo rendered still more excruciating by actually asking whether there were any young girls in the audience.
>Later, he accepted flowers from a woman near the front of arena, but recoiled in loud and unpleasant horror at her request for a kiss.
>Starr is plainly uncomfortable at center stage. Between songs he exuded the faux bonhomie of a TV host, flashed endless peace gestures, and at one low point exhorted the audience to join him in “one great peace and love moment.” (This is a man, it may be recalled, who 10 years ago posted a “serious message” on his website telling fans to stop writing to him because he’d just throw their letters away. He accompanied that “warning” with a message of “peace and love” too.)

> He seemed more contented when behind his kit, allowing the others to take the spotlight, and allowing Gregg Bissonette, snapping and filling alongside him, to take on the more onerous drumming duties.
>Starr did manage one joke in the course of the evening. Introducing the song “Boys,” he declared that this was a number he used to do with “that other band I used to be in.” There was a long pause, as everyone waited for him to say The Beatles. He didn’t, instead chortling: “Rory Storm and the Hurricanes.” Very droll.
>The final song, almost inevitably, was “With A Little Help From My Friends,” and the operative line here was “I’ll try not to sing out of key.” That might now be the realistic limit of Starr’s ambitions, trying not to sing out of key.
>Together with his curious assortment of musicians, Sir Ringo Starr, long ago a Beatle, then segued into a mercifully brief chorus of “Give Peace of Chance.” Fortunately, there was no encore.

>tfw Paul became a billionaire even without owning the Lennon/McCartney catalog and likely would be a multibillionaire had he bought it back in the 80s

>>Things got worse with an unwise performance of “You’re Sixteen,” whose lyrics no sensible man of 77 would attempt, but which Ringo rendered still more excruciating by actually asking whether there were any young girls in the audience.

kek

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