Showing posts with label Mick Ronson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mick Ronson. Show all posts

Sunday, 28 August 2022

Just the two of us

If David Bowie was still this side of the grass the chances are he would, at some point, have been persuaded to take his Hunky Dory album out on the road and play it live - back to back (and probably chuck in a greatest hits set at the end). Tho' for that to have even been a possibility would not just have meant bring one rock god back from the grave, but two: Mick Ronson not only defined the sound of Bowie's seminal 1971 album, but was also responsible for helping create the whole Ziggy zeitgeist during that crucial '71 -'73 period. The Man Who Sold the World couldn't have done it on his own; he needed reliable backup. And in Ronson he found not just his perfect foil but someone to keep him grounded. The fact they both packed their bags and buggered off to Mars the following year is neither here nor there...

Here they are, just the two of them - Bowie on vocals and piano, Ronson on guitar...

David Bowie - Eight Line Poem (BBC session 1971)


Mick Ronson (1946-1993); David Bowie (1947-2016)

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

Station to Station

British Rail breakfast c.1973
Second helpings
David Bowie's fear of flying was well documented. He was convinced if he ever got on a plane he would die. Bowie's lifelong patronage of liners and bullet trains meant that when he toured the world he actually saw the world. Albeit with a lot of sea thrown in for good measure. During his 1972 tour of North America he amassed a staggering 15,000 train miles in 83 days. Forget blue plaques and commemorative statues; they should name a locomotive after him.

David Bowie 1947-2016