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14 July 2011
By m3jimphoto
July 14, 2011

Down in Monterey

  • Monterey Pop Festival
  • Jimi Hendrix, Monterey Pop Festival
  • Janis Joplin, Monterey Pop Festival
  • Paul Simon and Micky Dolenz, Monterey Pop Festival
  • Lou Rawls, Monterey Pop Festival

I  learned so much from Jim about the dark and the light sides of life, living in the moment, taking advantage of what the world presents to you.  Just being in his orbit, I saw how instinctual choices can make all the difference and how one never knows where the next person you meet in life will take you.

Nowhere is Jim’s approach to work and life more evident, in my opinion, than in the way he chose to document the myriad festivals, across all major musical genres, of the ’60s and early ’70s.

7 July 2011
By m3jimphoto
July 7, 2011

A Festival of Riches

  • Jerry Garcia
  • Buddy Guy
  • Duke Ellington
  • Leon Russell and Willie Nelson

Summer here in the SF Bay Area has finally kicked in full time, meaning we have days that start out foggy and 50 degrees and end up 90 degrees … mercurial, you might say, just like Jim.  It’s got us here at Jim Marshall Photography LLC thinking about road trips, cold ones, food trucks and, primarily, kickass music festivals.

Searching Jim’s archives using “music festivals” as the filter is at once exhilarating and overwhelming.  From 1960 to the early ’70s Jim seemed to never stop shooting.

30 June 2011
By m3jimphoto
June 30, 2011

Jim's Enduring Triumph

  • Jim Marshall

I remember a visit to SF in the early 1990s on my way home from covering a conference in Australia.  In addition to the writing thing, I had shot a ton of film (slides and Tri-X, remember those?) and Jim graciously offered to zip me around town on his Triumph bike: back and forth to the lab, to lunch, running errands, etc.

23 June 2011
15 June 2011
By m3jimphoto
June 15, 2011

The Day the Earth Stood Still

  • Mustang
  • Mustang

When I met Jim in March of 1984, he was down on his luck, to say the least. Instead of a Spitfire or Jaguar, Jim was driving “Truck,” a venerable (dare I say beat to hell) ’60s era Ford Ranchero. Jim was very loyal to that car/truck hybrid, especially because he could get commercial plates allowing him to park in yellow loading zones in San Francisco’s notoriously impossible to park in commercial areas during the workday.