1970 – Dusty at 30: coming out to Ray Connolly

➤ ‘I would never have dreamed of asking her about the rumours until she goaded me into it’

Posted on 22 September 2017

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Dusty Springfield in 1970: “To say I’m promiscuous is a bit of bravado on my part”

With Ray Connolly’s permission, Shapers of the 80s is pleased to republish one of his landmark interviews from 1970 in which the chart-topping singer Dusty Springfield admitted to being “bisexual”. Earlier this summer 2017 Ray recalled highlights from his
50-year career with this insight into how he prepared for their meeting. The original interview follows on


DUSTY SPRINGFIELD WAS THEN, AND REMAINS, one of my favourite singers, one of the true witty originals of the Sixties with a beautiful voice. Changes in attitudes towards sex and marriage came up time and again in interviews back then. But it was Dusty Springfield, popularly thought of then as the sunny British girl next door with the voice of pure honey, who surprised most of all, when, for some reason, she decided to come out to me about being bisexual.

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I’d heard the gossip about her, as had everyone else who wrote about entertainment in those days. But would never have dreamed of asking her about the rumours until she goaded me into it. “There’s something else you should ask me now. I know you’ve heard the rumours. Go on, ask me,” she kept saying. So I did.

Her answer was fulsome [as you’ll read in the interview below]. “I know that I’m as perfectly capable of being swayed by a girl as by a boy. . . I’m promiscuous. Not often, but when I am, I really am. . . I don’t mean that I leap into bed with someone every night, but my affections are easily swayed and I can be very unfaithful. . . The truth is, I’m easily flattered by people’s attentions and after a couple of vodkas I’m even more flattered.”

Today such self-revelations by a popular woman star would surprise, but no more. But in 1970 such talk could have been self-destructive. As we lived near each other I drove Dusty home after the interview during which she mused jokily that what she’d just told me “might put the final seal” on her doom. But she’d made her mind up. She wanted me to write it – although she couldn’t quite bring herself to say that she was a lesbian.

I was a huge fan and liked her and, worried that she might be damaging her career, I hid the quotes inside a long article under the headline Dusty At Thirty. She phoned when the article was published, happy with the result – although I heard later that her manager had had a fit. She was a brave, clever woman who was years ahead of her time, and I just happened to be the medium through which she let the public know a little more, if not everything, about her sexuality.

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1970 ➤ DUSTY SPRINGFIELD AT 30
Ray Connolly’s original interview for the London Evening Standard, published in September 1970, the year Dusty released her sixth studio album titled appropriately A Brand New Me

DUSTY SPRINGFIELD LOOKS AS THOUGH she’s playing at doctor-during-consulting-hours sitting in a white-walled room at Philips Records, meeting the all and sundry members of the musical press.

I’ve never met her before, and the first thing she says is: “You’re sinister. Would you mind if I go to the loo before we start?” And then with her tassles tinkling like summer 1967, she goes off down the corridor in a Mini-Ha-Ha embroidered suit, and wearing a great chunk of fancy iron and brass-work around her neck which looks like something she might have pinched off a Russian Orthodox altar.

She’s 30 and hasn’t really had a big hit record for some considerable time. It’s a cliché but it’s true. Pop does have an awful lot of obsolescence hanging over it. She’s still singing as well as ever, dreamy and romantic, and I like her very much, but the public aren’t buying her records in the volume they used to. Her new one is called How Can I Be Sure? and was originally a hit in America for the Rascals. She’ll be surprised if it’s a hit for her in Britain.

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Album release of 1970: A Brand New Me

“That,” she says, “comes from a backlog of doubts in myself because the last few records have gone wrong. And I’m always a bit surprised to sell records anyway.

“It would be a souring experience if I were not to have any more hits, but I would survive. It would be a test of character for me. I very seldom think about it, but if it did happen I’d probably get out unless I could find some other direction to go in. I don’t particularly want to be a cabaret type of entertainer. Whether or not I could be defeated into accepting that type of existence I don’t know.”

She’s plumper than I’d expected (“I’m nine stone and I should be eight-two or eight-four. But I’m too lazy to bother about slimming”), and amazingly she still apparently buys her eyelashes by the yard, and mascara by the hundredweight. Her eyes aren’t as black as they were, she insists, looking short-sightedly through a pinkish coloured Perspex ruler at me.

“This,” she squints, “is the best colour in the world. It’s really erotic. I supposed I’ve got very erotic tastes. I like purple and magenta and all the tarty colours. I don’t wear them any more. I should go back to them because I’ve become very sedate. I’m all talk and no action. I’ve been very un-newsworthy recently. Haven’t been throwing any custard pies at anyone or anything.”

She was brought up a Catholic but never goes to Mass now. “It’s about six years since I made my Easter Duties. My mother’s going to love this. I still think that because I don’t go to confession I’m going to go to hell but I haven’t really done anything evil. I’m just lazy and self-indulgent.”

She’s a strange lady of contradictions. She wants me to send her a copy of an old Maureen Cleave article but she won’t give me her address. She never gives it, she insists, and then in the next breath tells me. She has a pretty, lumpy little face which looks best when she smiles. I notice she has a big shiny grey filling in her pre-molar bottom left. Her hair is the colour of dried leaves.

I think she’s a bit sad, but she says no, not at all. The last thing she wants is to be pitied. Only occasionally, when she needs someone to lean on is she lonely. Much of the time she shares her house with songwriter/painter Norma Tanega. She is concerned that whatever I may ask her will make her sound conceited. So I suggest that she tells me her little vices, and with an enthusiasm which is almost self-destructive, she sets about it, giggling from time to time at her own ability to rattle me.

“Well, I don’t pick my nose, but I burp like everyone else. I don’t cut my toe nails, but I pull at them and tear them off. And I’m promiscuous. Not often, but when I am, I really am. I’m not a nymphomaniac. In fact, I could do with a lot more action really. I think my laziness even spreads so far.

“It’s an effort to be promiscuous. I don’t mean that I leap into bed with someone special every night, but my affections are easily swayed and I can be very unfaithful. It’s fun while it’s happening, but it’s not fun afterwards because I’m filled with self-recriminations. The truth is I’m just very easily flattered by people’s attentions, and after a couple of vodkas I’m even more flattered.”

She’s giggling a lot now. “I suppose to say I’m promiscuous is a bit of bravado on my part. I think it’s more in thought than in action. I’ve been that way ever since I discovered the meaning of the word. I used to go to confession and tell all my impure thoughts.”

Suddenly she becomes serious again, and begins to space her words out carefully and thoughtfully. “There’s one thing that’s always annoyed me – and I’m going to get into something nasty here. But I’ve got to say it, because so many other people say I’m bent, and I’ve heard it so many times that I’ve almost learned to accept it.

“I don’t go leaping around to all the gay clubs but I can be very flattered. Girls run after me a lot and it doesn’t upset me. It upsets me when people insinuate things that aren’t true. I couldn’t stand to be thought of as a big butch lady. But I know that I’m as perfectly capable of being swayed by a girl as by a boy. More and more people feel that way and I don’t see why I shouldn’t.

“There was someone on television the other night who admitted that he swings either way. I suppose he could afford to say it, but I, being a pop singer, shouldn’t even admit that I might think that way. But if the occasion arose I don’t see why I shouldn’t.

“And yet, I get such a charge out of walking down a street and having a guy who’s digging the road give me a whistle. This business makes me feel very unwomanly sometimes and I love to be admired just for being a woman. I don’t feel masculine. If I did I’d have more drive. But being a woman is very precious to me, and that’s probably why I could never get mixed up in a gay scene because it would be bound to undermine my sense of being a woman.

“I’ve had this reputation for years, but I don’t know how I got it. I’m always hearing that I’ve been to this gay club and that gay club. But I haven’t. I sometimes wonder if it would be nice to live up to my reputation.

“I got raided the other day by the police. But they didn’t find any drugs. I’ve hardly ever smoked as a matter of fact. As it happens I think I know who tipped them off, and it relates to what I’ve been saying. There was a rather hysterical lady who was upset because I didn’t fancy her. I think it was her.”

She is not involved with anyone at the moment, and I wonder if she fears that she may never have a family.

“I don’t know whether I want children or not,” she says. “The urge to reproduce is always there, of course, but then I think ‘what for?’ I probably wouldn’t be a terribly good mother. It would be great spasmodic moods of affection which don’t last and that wouldn’t be very stable. I would like children psychologically and physically, although there’s something which stops me from just reproducing. But there has to be something more than what I do. There just has to be something more for me.”

I offer to take her home and out we go through the doors past the Philips records executives who smile and wave goodbye to their lady star in great hearty fashion.

“D’you realise,” she laughs, “what I’ve just said could put the final seal to my doom. I don’t know, though. I might attract a whole new audience.”

➢ This interview is extracted from Ray Connolly’s website

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