I had completed my 100 word review of Ali Farka Toure and Toumani Diabate's 'In the Heart of the Moon' weeks ago. The evening before it's due to go to press I get a call from the editor saying he wants to make it the lead album review and he therefore needs another 80 words. No problem. I settle down to fleshing out what I've done with a few incidental details such as a few words on the subtle contributions by Ry Cooder and Cachaito Lopez. Happy with the result I email it to the Ed. He emails back:
'And was Ry Cooder really supplying watery keyboard touches? Not watery slide guitar touches?'
I was sure he was - despite the fact he's famous as a slide guitarist - but suddenly I'm no longer sure. I don't want to get such an important detail wrong, so I go to find the CD. It's no where to be seen.
I phone my brother-in-law in Cambridge to see if I left it there at the weekend. He even drives to my mothers house - it doesn't seem to be in Cambridge. I check all the typed notes that came with the CD - no mention of what Ry plays. I go to the world circuit website - not even any mention of the album there at all yet! I go back to my CD shelves, slowly and methodically running my eyes over every spine. I can't believe that of all my CDs, this should be the one to completely vanish!
It's past office hours so I can't phone the record label. As a last resort I email Charlie - no reply. I give up, and scrap that section of the review and start from scratch. Two days later it has still hasn't turned up. It's clearly vanished into a parallel universe where it's smugly sitting on top of a huge mountain of odd socks and barely used biros.
