Post by Greg Daujat

Forget the bolt and the boots. The real pulse of Ziggy stood three feet to the left. Mick Ronson. A kid from Hull with the soul of a composer. While David was dreaming of Mars, Ronno was in the engine room, turning those dreams into something you could feel in your gut. I was born in 1972: the year the axis tilted. It took decades to understand why. Listen to the strings on ‘Five Years’ or the chaos in ‘Moonage Daydream.’ That’s not polish; it’s world-ending beauty drenched in northern grit. Ronson was the architect. He could shred with a Les Paul and score an orchestra with a master’s precision. He gave the Spiders their spine and the Starman his gravity. Part 3 of my 8-part countdown is live. We're dissecting the man who turned a rock record into an orchestral masterpiece. 🎧 Read the full analysis here: https://lnkd.in/gak7tGAj #Ziggy54 #DavidBowie #1972 #GregoryDaujat #MickRonson