I worked for two bands in the seventies as tour manager. One of them, Genesis, was made up of three vegetarians and Phil Collins. My posthumous book on touring with them will contain a special sentence, ” the hardest task I was given was finding vegetarian restaurants in Germany from 1973 through 1977.”
Phil and I would immediately leave the backstage dressing room after a show and head out in a cab to find a burger. There would never be anything to eat. And while I am getting things off my chest the only wine available was a panicky german white called “Blue Nun” which was so bad Phil and I confided that we both hoped the band would fail so we could stop drinking it.
On more than one occasion the set was shortened to facilitate our hunger. Adding to the discomfort was the fact that he and I were the only ones who got stoned. Everyone else had been rendered too delicate by their diet to even think about having a good time.