Bob Dylan Edie and J.C.

Bob Dylan, Edie and J.C. by R.E. Prindle I read that Bob Dylan is accused of statutory rape…back in 1965. While I fail to take the sixty-eight year old woman’s claim seriously I have no doubt Bob acted cavalierly with women at all times. At that time in 1965 Bob was courting a Playboy Bunny named Sarah Loundes who he married in November of 1965; he was having an affair with Suze Rotolo that began in 1961, he was keeping Joan Baez at bay and more importantly and shamefully he was persecuting a young heiress named Edie Sedgwick. Edie was a celebrity personality at the time. Bob was in competition with another celebrity, Andy Warhol, for Edie’s favor. And as usual Bob put his personal affairs into song: Like A Rolling Stone and Positively Fourth Street. But as to his accusers complaint: She claims she was sexually and mentally abused by him in April-May for six weeks. If this in the case her memory misremembers the dates. April is completely out as Bob was in England at the time however May/June is open. A Dylan sycophant named Clinton Heylin in England who has written numerous books and biographies while living his life as a shadow Bob, has offered his services as an expert witness if the suit goes to trial. He is willing to testify that Bob wasn’t even in New York for six continuous weeks in 1965. Oh my, and this guy considers himself an expert on Bob’s life and whereabouts. Let’s look at the facts. Bob met Edie in December of 1964. She stunned him so terrifically that he apparently forgot wife to be Sarah Loundes to pursue Edie. He came on strong, very strong, seemed to be doing well, but in January 1965 business called him away. He extracted promises from Edie to remember him. Subsequently in January Edie met Andy Warhol, who was a bigger celebrity than Bob at the time. Here the feud between Bob and Andy begins. Andy made Edie what she considered an attractive offer to be in his silly movies. Edie snapped at the bait. Remember that Bob thought he had a prior claim on her affections. Several months later, May of ’65, Bob returned, it isn’t recorded that he went to see his betrothed Sarah first, but he was astonished that Edie had defected for Andy. Bob went ballistic. In June he confronted Edie at one of Andy’s parties. They went off into a corner to discuss matters. Edie explained the movie thing. Bob told her that he was going to make movies too leaving her to understand that she would be his co-star. Oh, Bob. Edie refused to budge as she was already connected to Andy. Bob became half crazed. He charged home trembling in every limb, grabbed a pen and in near frenzy filled several sheets of paper vomiting out lines for something called Like A Rolling Stone all about what a bitch Edie was. I used to have this written in great detail on a post in my blog: Exhuming Bob 23a, Bob and Edie. Someone has broken into my post and obliterated the contents. I don’t know who would have done this except Bob. Not nice Bob. That was my copyrighted intellectual property not unlike your songs. You may be liable. That wasn’t nice at all. Sort of like you treated Edie. Andy and Edie then had the summer of their lives filling the pages of Time and Life magazines while Bob fumed. Tidying up his lyrics he blasted them across the airwaves. Andy and Edie may have been the only people who got it as the lyrics were so disguised l can assure that none of us on the other side of the radio got it. Then Bob sat back down and penned a blast at Andy titled Positively Fourt Street. More mysterious lyrics as a screed directed at Andy. Bob would not leave Edie alone. Pestering about the movie he had in mind, but failing to deliver so Edie was caught between two posts. Then in November while Edie was begging him to make the movie deal and possibly marry her, who knows, Bob let the bomb drop that he was already married to his Bunny. Bob wrote another couple vicious songs about her then passed her to his sidekick Bobby Neuwirth. Edie’s fate after Bobby is too painful to relate. Bob then was in town for most of ’65 contrary to Clinton Heylin’s expert testimony. I have to discount Bob’s accuser until definite facts emerge. As this woman claims that she apparently resisted Bob’s blandishments until he ‘groomed’ her with alcohol and drugs plus physical abuse I find that difficult to believe; I don’t think Bob would have had to use booze and drugs. This was Greenwich Village in the Hippie days in NYC for Chrissakes. The free sex capital of the world. Every weekend hundreds, thousands, of girls flooded into Washington Square looking for action. I doubt there was a single musician lacking as much sex as he wanted. And Bob, you shouldn’t have messed with my intellectual property, my sacred words. That Bob is an actual crime.