Thanks for sharing a life full of Rock, Jim Marshall.
I’d be living a different adventure for sure without it.
When I was kid, I wanted to play guitar like the Reverend Billy G, wished to run an Eclair like Mike Wadleigh and hoped that one day I would be pointing a Leica at the Heart of Rock, just like Jim Marshall. I quietly waited for the day that my black m4 and summilux would be as brassed up, beaten, and full of history as Jim Marshall’s. I’ll forever be in debt for the perfect motivation at a critical moment in my youth. Learning that Jim Marshall had died just now, I was compelled to take a photograph of my camera sitting here, where I left it when I sat down to edit tonight. It was the only thing I could think to photograph in that moment. I wouldnt be anywhere without the take your face off inspiration that Jim Marshall was for me when I was a tike with unstoppable dreams. Thanks, thanks, and thank you Jim Marshall, there’ll never be another.