Anecdote #69!! One December 5th, for my birthday, David Byrne took me to see Portishead at the Hammerstein Ballroom in NYC. I had only known him a few weeks and our report was definitely still something to be discovered. Like the special people he is, we sat in a box seat in a balcony above the stage. Before the lights dimmed and in my youthical post grunge splendor I removed a joint from my shoulder bag. Truth be told I had been working up to this moment for hours. 
"Smoke?", I sheepishly, (and sort of outside of myself), spoke to him.
"Is it good stuff?", DB replied.
"I think so.", said I.
"Well, light it up.", he said.
So I did.
It WAS good stuff. I started it and passed it to him then he passed it to the other couple on the other side of the balcony and they passed it to the other balcony over then it made its way back to us just as the lights dimmed and Portishead began to play.  I miss the 90's, sometimes.