Some legacies don’t scream—they resonate in the spaces between notes, the subtle turns of a guitar riff that haunt your memory long after...
He stood center stage wielding a Gibson, but the power of Mick Ralphs lay not in flash—it lived in the spaces his riffs...
He never needed spotlight theatrics—his power lay in spacing, in silence, in the moment a riff took hold and refused to let go....
Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident