My friend, Kenny Margolis and I walked into the NYC club Trax one night in the 70's to see Mink Deville. We immediately noticed a guy having an animated conversation with someone. I looked closer and realized it was Mick Jagger, who had come to see the band. The last thing you want to do in NYC is gush all over a rock star, so we left Jagger alone. During the break between sets, we were all backstage and there were several joints being passed around. I felt a body on my back, so I turned around and there was Jagger leaning on me in search of the joint I was holding. I said, "Do you want a hit, Mick?" He replied, "Yeah yeah!" I handed him the joint and watched him take a few long hits on it. That was the extent of our conversation. I wanted to talk with him, but was so stoned myself, I was afraid I'd sound like an idiot.