Date: Tue, 3 Oct 1995 16:06:21 +1000
From: Daniel Luth (dluth@ARIEL.UCS.UNIMELB.EDU.AU)
Subject: GYPSY FIRE..."I WAS DYLAN'S SEX SLAVE!"
Whilst browsing through a NSW law journal the other day (as you do), I came
across a bizarre court case from 1987 involving one 'Gypsy Fire'. Most
of it's full of legal mumbo jumbo, but the beginning sounds interesting,
and involves our favourite 'rock guru'.
GYPSY FIRE v TRUTH NEWSPAPERS P/L
"On 8 August 1986, the plaintiff brought proceedings in the name of
"Gypsy Fire" (her real name seems to be Emelia Caruana) claiming damages
from the defendent for the publication by it of an article in the
"Weekend Truth" newspaper in July of that year. The article is entitled:
"AUSSIE ACTRESS TELLS...I WAS DYLAN'S SEX SLAVE!...GYPSY
FIRE...starved herself of sex."
The contents of the article itself are not of such enduring value that I
need to describe them here. Amongst the imputations pleaded by the
plaintiff is that she engaged in obscene and indecent behavior (with
'rock guru' Bob Dylan) and another that she engaged in blasphemous
conduct (massaging his feet because she thought that he was Jesus Christ).
On the previous day (August 7), the plaintiff had cause to be issued by
the Local Court summonses against the defendant and its publisher
alleging that, by the publication of that article, they had committed the
offences of obscene libel, blasphemous libel and criminal defamiation"....
NSWLR, 1987 Vol 9.
The rest of the case argues about defamation issues and the like and
Dylan's name is not mentioned again. A few questions come to mind:
1/ Does anyone have any information on the above Gypsy Fire?
2/ Is she the one referred to in 'Went to see the gypsy? ;)
3/ Does anyone have the above mentioned article, or remember reading it?
Daniel
From: "Emelia Caruana" emeliacaruana@hotmail.com
To: karlerik@monet.no
Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2001 02:31:51 +0000
HULLO KARL
I want to say firstly take out all there is about me in the
lying story I sued in Sydney and more lies I read on your
dylan site from London papers 1986 also all the other crap
about where am I and homer magazine whatever it may be.
The true story well a brief version goes like this, I LOVED
BOB DYLAN'S SONGS, and I knew that I was going to meet him
for 8years
I felt this in my heart and sent my love to him in my
meditation
I listened to his songs often especially to "SLOW TRAIN
COMING ALBUM" the songs he sang about the greatest man
activist healer spiritual leader JESUS CHRIST were great so
is the whole album.
I was in america dancing and working in films went to dylan
concert in santa monica, after hitchiking to buy a ticket
picked up by his guitarist from topanga canyon in L.A. where
I lived, went to concert talked to dylan after concert for
2minutes drove off with a lady friend my instinct told me to
tell her to take a right at the lights came across dylan's
van waited, drove into motel in santa monica car park. no
one in site late at night. her and I in car waiting dylan
appears walks to a car opens it up with flowers in his hand,
i walk over we chat for five minutes i ask him if he got my
gift i left for him at the back stage door with his stage
manager, a jewish praying shawl and cap i found in the
street one night with my sister a week before i was leaving
for america with my 14months old baby boy. he takes both my
hands tells me to take care and i walk towards the car half
way i turn around and yell i hope you get the gift because i
found it in the streets of australia.
I know right there that i will be with him again that was
1979
In 1986 I am given backstage passes by a friend of my sister
the manager of dire straits, lots of stuff happened, I go to
first concert my seat is with members of mark knoflers band.
I dont sit there i stand on the side and when bob comes out
I know my psychic feelings have all come true, and i will be
with bob, i start dancing and get told to stop by security
as they use to stop people from dancing at all concerts, how
sick is that, as soon as bob starts singing "everybody must
get stoned" I walk infront of stage and dance and dance and
dance. after song many people joined me infront of stage bob
gets to the edge of stage and starts talking to me as he
loved my dancing his eyes glued to watching me dance, I
didnt know what he was asking me so after repeating it three
times, all the people next to me said "HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT
ARE YOU DOING LATER" so I pointed to myself and than to him
that I am going with him. than he shook his head like come
over here I stood there and all the people next to me told
me he wants me to get up on stage with him, so i did,
will continue my true short version of my experience with bob dylan later .
EMELIA GYPSY FIRE.
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From: "Emelia Caruana" emeliacaruana@hotmail.com
To: karlerik@monet.no
Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 03:11:28 +0000
after dancing to a song on stage I was violently dragged
off, when concert was finished, I went backstage too many
people were trying to get to bob's dressing room, even thou
bob invited me to meet him backstage, I left and went to the
hotel and waited for him.
when he arrived I went up to him and he said "there you are"
we chatted about my bruise when I was dragged off the
stage, he told me to wait for him at the bar, I was chatting
to someone and after a while I asked him if he had seen bob
come in the bar, he told me bob had looked in a while ago.
so I jumped off the stool and went into the lounge area,and
there he was talking to a woman so I went and sat down
across the other side and waited after bob looking at me a
few times I decided to go sit next to him, they were
discussing the bible, bob told me he loved my boots and
stockings and to pass him the ash tray, we talked and I told
him I was leaving as I thought this woman might have been
his lover.
As I got up and started to walk away, he came after me and
told me he wants to talk to me, so he took me to the phone
area and asked me to phone him the next day after midday and
ask for a fake name he gave me. I asked him if he was
fucking around and he said no he wanted to see me.
I called next day he was not available and I was told to
call back by some guy, so I did and was told bob wants me to
go there now, it was about 4pm. I was freaked out the man I
loved so much the great poet gypsy muscian bob dylan wanted
to see me.
I wore my bikie leather jacket, as I knew he will want it
months before I met him, I dressed my 8 yr old son took a
present for bob and off we went to see the wizard.
I called from downstairs and was told the room number so we
went to bobs room. the door was opened by a man and there
was bob on the floor packing some presents, he asked me if
he could try my leather jacket just as i had predicted so I
took it off and threw it to him, he put it on and I told him
It looks good on you bob. he asked my son what he did at
school that day and my son answered nothing, and bob said
that Ill be right, my son was rehearsing for an opera at the
opera house acting in "peter grimes" and bob said he will
support you one day.
he wanted me to stay and send adam to his grandparents so i
called my mum and she said it was okay, adam started to cry
he wanted to stay and chat to bob, so bob told him he wanted
him to come to the concert next day which I was definitly
going to take him anyway.
So I kissed my son put him in a taxi and sent him to my
parents home, and I went back to bob we were alone he told
me he wanted me to be in a video an australian director was
about to shoot it, and I could dance in it we chatted about
It, he told me to take my clothes off do this do that for
the video. we talked some more and than we made love bob
dylan and I the prince of my heart and mind my soul mate.
to be continued. have a loving christmas and peaceful dancing
new year.
Emelia Gypsy Fire.
