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Sedgwick, Edie

Date:    Fri, 8 Dec 1995 08:59:04 EST
From:    David Florkow (FlorkoD_at_MET15MF1@CCMAIL.EDU.GOV.ON.CA)
Subject: From the Archives

     The following clipping fell out of a book of essays about Bob. Given
     the recent references to Warhol and Edi, I've copied it completely,
     for the amusement of this list.  It was headlined "Village '65
     Revisited", from the Village Voice, July 27, 1982:

     "Dear Editor:

        "I first met Edie Sedgwick in 1965 when Andy Warhol was making a
     film of my play _The Bed_ which had been having a stage-run at Caffe
     Cino.  After a successful screening at the Cinemateque on 41st Street,
     there followed a quarrel with FuFu Smith, the producer, about who
     owned the film.  Andy put _The Bed_ into his sceret vault though he
     later spliced portions of it inot _Chelsea Girls_.

        "During this period I conferred with Andy about writing _The Death
     of Lupe Velez_ for Edie who was anxious to play the role of the
     "Mexican Spitfire," found dead in her Hollywood hacienda with her head
     in a toilet bowl.  I met Edie at the Kettle of Fish on MacDougal
     Street to talk over the project.  When I got there Edie was at a table
     with a fuzzy-haired blond Bob Dylan whose shiny black limousine was
     parked outside.  I mentioned the script I was working on and Edie said
     innocently, "Oh, we already filmed that this afternoon.  It's in the
     can ... in Technicolor."  Nothing more was said when Andy arrived,
     although he did astonish me that evening by asking, "When do you think
     Edie will commit suicide?  I hope she lets me know so I can film it."

        "Dylan turned up at the silver factory that same week for a filmed
     portrait by Andy -- a 15-minute sutdy in stillness, silence, and
     emptiness.  Dylan decided his payment would be a giant Warhol
     silk-screened canvas of Elvis Presley in cowboy attire firing a
     revolver.  Andy was livid when he saw Dylan taking his "payment"
     though he opted for cool silence.  Mr. Tambourine Man did not sit for

                                                -- Robert Heide
                                                   Christopher Street

     there, for what it's worth.


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