revrannulf

being myself the best way I can

Father of Loud

Four twelves in each stacked cab

a hundred watts of EL34 power glowin’ red in each hot head

my favorite axe in hand

ready to tear the curtain from the sky…

Hear a threat in the background hiss as I

prepare for the first crashing chord

hitting the strings with a windmilled medium pick and

rock the world…

The Father of Loud has passed on

only to leave this plane of ashes and dust…

Into whatever eternity Jim Marshall may have entered

may his passion, creativity, and genius

rock the heavens!

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