Terence Trent D’Arby Vibrates
Sylvie Simmons, Rolling Stone (Germany), 1995
SITTING ON a four-poster bed framed by blood-red curtains, Terence Trent D’Arby sucks on a huge bottle of Evian water and talks. And talks and talks. Terence Trent D’Arby loves to talk. When the interview is over – a time when most rockstars take the first opportunity to escape – and my tape recorder sits steaming beside a pile of filled cassettes, he asks his publicist if there’s anyone else to talk to. When she says no, he looks positively forlorn. "I feel like talking", he says brightly, and goes on again without pause.
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