Great article (thank you for sharing it!), but confusing. If you go to advance the film and it sticks, it means you're out of shots, and can't take any more, so how did he fail to advance and then take the shot? Perhaps he meant he took his "great" shot and then could take no more?
A nice story -- makes me a bit jealous, as in the summer of 1967 I was between sophomore and junior years in high school in Los Altos. Sounds like Eddie was ahead of me in darkroom skills, which I'd hone a year or two later doing the high school yearbook. Wish I'd made it to Monterrey, but I don't think my parents would have let me have the Mustang -- or the Fiat 500! -- to drive over deadly Highway 17 to Santa Cruz and then on down to the festival. I'm pleased that Eddie followed his muse and made a success of himself.
A nice story -- makes me a bit jealous, as in the summer of 1967 I was between sophomore and junior years in high school in Los Altos. Sounds like Eddie was ahead of me in darkroom skills, which I'd hone a year or two later doing the high school yearbook. Wish I'd made it to Monterrey, but I don't think my parents would have let me have the Mustang -- or the Fiat 500! -- to drive over deadly Highway 17 to Santa Cruz and then on down to the festival. I'm pleased that Eddie followed his muse and made a success of himself.
Sounds like you are about 8-9 years older than me.?
I was born 1960, and raised in Los Gatos.
Yeah Man.....Hwy 17, before there was ANY center divider...!!
A few years after I started driving, Cal Trans installed that big cement divide.
Anyway...what a great story. Talk about being in the right place at the right time. When I read the story of a lot of these people (Annie Leibovitz for example) it seems like many of them just kind of Fell Into these glorious careers. Not sure that happens very often anymore...especially for a photographer.
Great Post...!!