The first time I visited Manchester was exactly four months after the IRA bombing. The fifteenth of October. I can date it precisely because I was at a concert, Metallica at the NYNEX Arena, a spare ticket that I took more out of curiosity than a love of the band.
The city I saw only sort-of exists now, being mostly a jumble of memories that are faded and inconsistent. I know we walked toward the university at some point and I know we ended up in a record shop that was down some stairs and very neat. That’s pretty much it.
Metallica were very good live.