Dearrrrrrr friends…
we are gathered here today…
to acknowledge those whose yesssterdays…
have left their innnnndelible marks on today.

Wait. Wait. What am I saying? This isn’t the Graveside Service. That’s a radio show in Austin! I’m not even a lumberjack! People who consistently visit this blog-o-tation already know about “Sounds of Two Eyes Opening”—my photography hardback that Sinecure Books published in late 2014—and that it’s pretty cool (and no one can tell that I’m kinda proud of it. humble). It was a collaborative effort I didn’t have full control over but I made damn sure it lived up to what I actually lived. It was my life, after all, and no one else was gonna keep editors and archivists from getting the story wrong. Yep, lotsa head-butting.

There was a point when one of the design passes pretty much nailed it for me; 80-90 percent right. At least the first “movement” of the book was perfect for me. It was like seeing it all for the first time. Total adrenaline and a spontaneous session of writing pithy “wisecracks” to the images a la the days of runout groove messages in vinyl records. The only problem was a lack of communication. I wanted these comments incorporated in the layout; somehow, the team didn’t get or didn’t understand my long distance requests. Then they decided to bypass text in the body of the book and there was only so much complaining that I could justify. I’d gotten this far.

Retreat is not defeat; it’s enlightened defeat that can win battles, or cause peace.

Then the final version had some photos cut or rearranged. But… goddamit! I was over it. To quote President Dale: “Why the fucking hell can’t we all get the fuck along!” That’s why I restored the original “first movement” as a video project—“Sounds of Two Eyes Opening/The Director’s Cut”—with wise-ass narrative. On YouTube. Out of editor’s and archivist’s reach. All mine. Take that. No, you can’t ride my bike.