I was supposed to interview Stephen O'Malley over the phone some years ago - it was supposedly all arranged and everything thru the magazine and whoever was representing him at the time - but whenever I rang him over a several day period his phone always went to answer-message and even though I apologised repeatedly for calling / bugging him, politely said I appreciated how busy he was / I'd try and keep it short / etc, and left contact numbers / emails, etc he never once answered the phone. I even went back round the contact-block to find out times of day / night that were more convenient to him, etc (though were considerably more inconvenient to me)...
After several days of dicking around and wasting quite a bit of my own time (incl all the up-front research I'd done, etc) I told the magazine to forget it - if he couldn't be bothered, then neither could I - and to pass that onto his record-label / management / whoever it was.
Guess the guy just didn't want to do the interview, which is fair enough. Or Real World shit got in the way.
Weirdly, it kinda re-emphasised to me at the time the parasitic nature of the music writer / artist non-relationship, and made me want to do the whole music-writing thing even less than I already did (I had all sorts of reservations at that point about being part of a professional PR sausage-machine anyway; I wouldn't do pieces on artists I didn't like or who didn't interest me, or who were on major labels. Sounds a bit precious, I know, but I had to have some personal ground-rules for myself, at least, otherwise, what's the fucking point... the money was / is pretty shit).
In the end, though it was a drag, I don't blame him for not answering the phone. Life's too short.