Here's my JT story - it was 1981 (maybe '80), and I was working in an Italian restaurant that did pizza delivery. It's the kind of place that all good full-time musicians work during the week. He was in town for a show, and apparently got the number of the place I worked from someone. He called, I answered. He was so screwed up, he could barely talk. His entourage wanted us to drive 15 miles and bring food to them, because they were in no shape to come to the bar.