The Father of Loud

I stumbled across a new book about the inventor of the world-famous Marshall amps, Jim Marshall. I haven't read it yet, but I think I might put it in the queue. Of course, I need another book to read like I need another tube amp. Oh…wait…

I have to admit that I've never owned a Marshall. I've long dreamed of it, but when it came time to upgrade, I ended going with a Mesa/Boogie instead. It's not that I don't love the Marshall sound (who doesn't?), but it just didn't have the mind-boggling flexibility of the Roadstar. Now, that said, amps should be like cups of coffee. Why have just one?

I mean, honestly, for a guy like me who loves the hard stuff (rock, not drink) how can I continue to go through life without having a Marshall in quiver? I swear to god it was next on my list until Ed came out with the version 3 of the 5150 amps. I think I need to get a paper route so I can figure out how to buy all these amps.

Anyway, the book looks like it's worth a read. I find it very interesting that the Marshall sound, which has become rock canon, is largely an accident of circumstances. Post-war Britain's industry and economy were struggling and Jim was making amps with whatever cheap parts he could find. Imagine if one of those little accidents of history had turned out differently. What would the canonical sound of rock guitar be today? Would such a thing even exist? 

Maybe saxophones would have won the day as the rock instrument of choice. 

Nah, I'm kidding. That wouldn't have happened. Thank goodness for Mr. Marshall and his amps. Rock certainly would have turned out differently without him.