The Great Head-banging Nosebleed Experiment
ok, not an experiment, I was saying that to suck you in.

this story takes place many moons ago

*wavy lines*

Picture the scene: I was a young metaller, resplendant in a Korn: Freak on a leash t shirt and enormous black cargo pants. My huge mane of blonde hair ready and willing to be flung around in out of time with the music.

The setting was the Cavern in Exeter a dingy underground hole which plays host to all manner of bands, but (for a while at least) had a good metal scene going on.
A few mates and I were watching a local unsigned band called Torna-K. we'd been to their previous 10 or so gigs and were probably their biggest fans.
Now this band was heavy as fuck, like Sepultura heavy, and naturally we were rockin' out, long hair lashing all and sundry.

Then disaster strikes!

I'm in the midst of the down stroke of my head-bang as the drummer from my band at the time is on the way up.
My nose meets his shoulder with a horrible cracking sound...

I stand up and shake my head to clear it. I have a few seconds grace before the pain kicks in. and the blood.
I had (and still have) never seen so much blood in my life. it was as if someone had stuffed a firehose full of blood into the back of my head and the only place it could escape from was my nose.
I cupped my hands under the flow and staggered in the direction of the toilets, my hands quickly full to overflowing with lovely red blood, leaving a trail across the dance floor.
The toilets at this place had a couple of doors to go through to get into them and as I approached the first someone was coming out.
Being the gentleman I am I gestured for them to go first.
Gestured in a slightly exagerrated manner with a double handful of blood. Basically this guy came out, and I threw a big load of blood on the floor. Lucky no one was in the way!
I managed to get into the toilets and over a sink. I was running the tap, trying to get the blood off my hands so I could tie my hair back and out of the way. Unfortunately my nose was bleeding onto my hands at about the same rate the tap was running, so this was a bit of a vicious circle...
I eventually figured this out and sorted out my hair and some toilet roll to bung up my hose nose.
It looked like someone had been murdered in the toilet....blood was all over the floor, the sink, the wall...

naturally I did what anyone would do in that situation and wrote my name in huge letters across the white tiles in blood, before going back out to enjoy the rest of the gig.
I seem to remember them doing a great cover of Wherever I may roam by Metallica and giving a shout out to the guy who bled everywhere.

It wasn't until the next morning that I woke up and found that my nose moved about with a painful crunching. That'll be broken then!
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:45, 2 replies)

oh god, broken nose!
that sickening crunching sound and the wave of nausea that hits when you try to move it. man, that's bad memories, right there.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 2:31, closed)

Oh it's so true
Headbanging (when I was a wee bit younger) caused my several injuries: hitting the bottom of the speakers with my head whilst pogoing; stabbing myself in the eye with my glasses (I used to hold them in my hands); and, like you pissing blood everywhere because my nose strikes somebody's back...

Good fun :-)
(resident deity, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 11:32, closed)