Thoughtful Preparations: Media Spin Blog

I have a problem about blowing my own horn, but in this case you will hear a Mile’s Davis plays Jack Johnson virtuoso blow out. Not that it’s any big deal, but I’m casually thumbing through the Sept. 25 copy of The New Yorker, and all of a sudden I see one of my photographs on page 48. Fragments of two of my photographs as I focus a bit more carefully. The central figure is from one of my favorite shots of a crazed slam dancing punk.

The other image used is a guy with a buzz cut who got knocked on the floor.

He looks like he is prostrating to a more powerful punk, and so I collaged him into a Beefheart message for his song Ashtray Heart, accusing 80s punks of using him.

In today’s interconnected Internet world there is much media to be found. This often works in my favor, as Google and other web crawlers sniff me out. Some of these rock photos have been found by book, audio CD publishers, television programs and ad campaigns and they respectfully write and request permission to use and we negotiate. My policy is to make a fair deal, so that the photo gets published and the publisher is not over charged.

A recent example is a biography on Michael Stipe by Rob Jovanovic. He made a request, we negotiated terms including a very nice copy of the book, and everybody is happy. Worked the same way on an earlier project about R.E.M. publishing my 1982 photos in Adventures in Hi-fi.

These are some great images, and I can understand why somebody might want to steal them. I was fortunate to be on the scene, have my act together shooting the film and processing it myself, and enjoy publishing the images on my Media Spin web site.

People on Myspace began linking them for their home pages over a year ago. It’s sort of a punkish thing to do, and non-commercial.

In the case of John Ritter’s collage image in The New Yorker, he most likely received compensation and credit for “his” work. The problem is, this is a collaboration and Mr. Ritter did not acknowledge it. I enjoy being published in The New Yorker, and due credit and compensation would make it feel right.

P.S. After making this blog entry I contacted The New Yorker by email and received a very quick response from the Art Director who handled the American Hardcore collage piece.  I’m happy that the situation has been properly remedied.  The artist, John Ritter also contacted me and was very kind about making amends over the incident.  Things happen under quick deadlines.  All’s well that ends well.