It's one thing to observe history, it's another to do it with nine people crammed in a little van. The tour was a real grind. (Nirvana) played shows every night for weeks on end. Berlin was not in the western part of the country. You had to go to the eastern border and take a transit road to the western part of the city, which meant we had another border hassle to deal with. Touring rock bands and border guards don't mesh well. Rockers and drugs are synonymous, but we knew that, so we had no drugs! It was easier to get past the East German police than past the British or Belgians.
Touring in a rock band is a lot of work. You go to bed too late, get up too early, and spend your days driving between cities. You've got to load your gear into the club and start that sound check--regardless of any sweeping social changes. And that's what we did. It was a long day of driving, and we had to leave the next morning for another show. Exhausted, instead of partying on top of the Wall waving a sledgehammer, I put my axe--my bass--and myself to bed.