The Warehouse, Manchester, 1994
Tappy recognises the venue and date on the ticket: The Warehouse, Manchester, Saturday 23 September 1994.
Tappy leans in as Eric nudges the ticket around.
TappyHang on…
He squints at it.
TappyThat’s The Warehouse.
A pause.
TappyManchester.
He looks at Eric, suddenly less certain.
TappyI know that name.
He looks back at the ticket.
TappySaturday… 23 September ’94.
Then, quieter:
TappyAnd there’s music on it.
EricThe Warehouse. Manchester. 1994. I nudge the ticket flat. That’s a bit further back than I expected. And music on it? Is that the kind that makes a place feel real, or the kind that makes you wonder if the place made you? I look at Tappy. If you know the name, don’t hold back just because the scrap yard’s listening.