The first time Metallica faced a crowd in the Twin Cities was in a room about 1/1,000th the size of the one where the band will perform Saturday: Northern Lights record store in east St. Paul's Hillcrest Shopping Center, between the old Best Steak House and the salon where my grandmother gets her hair done to this day.
"There were all four members behind the counter and a bunch of metal kids there to see them," recounted Bill Lindsey, frontman of St. Paul's own institutional metal band, Impaler. Lindsey especially recalls his exchange with bassist Cliff Burton at the autograph session on Feb. 6, 1985, a few hours before Metallica's First Avenue concert.
"I remember he looked at the picture I had and said, 'I hate this picture of me. Why would they make this a promo?!' And then he signed right across his face."
Except for Burton — who died in a bus accident the following year — the rest of Metallica would continue to face their Twin Cities fans every year or two after that. They were as reliable as mosquitoes and summer road detours in Minnesota, it seemed, always making it to town on their U.S. tours.
They hit the Orpheum Theatre a year later, the Metrodome the year after that on the Monsters of Rock Tour with Van Hagar, then the Met Center for their first arena headlining show in 1989. And so on.
Even up through the 2000s — after their heavy inner-band baggage was unpacked in the documentary "Some Kind of Monster" — they kept coming back. They delivered everything from the final Dome concert (2003) to another autograph session back at First Avenue's 7th Street Entry (2004) to some of the highest-attended events ever at both Xcel Energy Center and Target Center (2004 and 2009, each with in-the-round stages).
Then came the 2010s, and … nothing.
Metallica has a knack for stop-on-the-dime moments in its songs to contrast all the thundering roar — or bludgeoning snore in the case of a few recent albums (2008's "Death Magnetic" was semi-redemptive). But rarely has it come to a halt in its career the way it has this decade, going eight years and counting between albums and seven years between local concert dates.