The music world lost an interesting figure suddenly, violently, strangely. I had interviewed Terry back when I was writing for All About Jazz. After a brief email exchange it seemed he was leaning more towards talking about his work conducting the oeuvre of Tchaikovsky, of which he was a leading authority. He was generous of his time and very much a perfectionist in wanting to get across the points he was making.
For all the pages of typed up transcriptions there was plenty left out as it was variations on what he was trying to say. Over the week that I was typing he would call several times a day leaving messages on my answering machine about other things which had since the interview come to him. Admittedly, at the time I did start to become a little annoyed. Terry made up for this though by sending me on his own initiative stacks of CDs, his music and him conducting Tchaikovsky.
I credit Terry for igniting my initial interest in the composer with whom now I am well versed and greatly enjoy.
Terry also composed his own music, which has a sort of Aaron Copeland /Walton Piston type feel to it.; American pastoral impressionism.
He leaves behind a body of work of which anyone would be proud to call their own.