Tom's riff on after-show Leonard Cohen going straight from the encore to hitting the sack reminded me of a story Andy Breckman tells from his folkie days. It's funnier if the name of the artist in question is saved for last. So Andy is opening act for this guy, who's a big hero of his, and after the headliner finishes his set, Andy makes a beeline for the dressing room to tell him how much he enjoyed the set and how much this guy's work has meant to him. So he gets there, opens the door, and--the guy is already fast asleep! Right there on the cot! No adrenaline pumping or anything--just zonked out for a well-earned nap!
The name of that artist, friends, was David Crosby.