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I have decided that at 34 I am way past it gig wise.

There was one time that I would risk life and limb to be at the front, despite being slim and incredibly small, therefore easily squashable.

Back in the eighties I cracked my ribs at a U2 gig, got dragged over barriers and then went back for more. Now I am a softie. At the last Neil gig I was in the balcony.....sat down......uncrushable (not that I have ever been in crowd trouble crush wise at any of his gigs).

3 years ago I went to see Robbie Williams (ok I know, but it WAS a good show) and was 20 wks pregnant with a broken foot, then I went and fainted, great.

Texas......sat in the balcony, again.

I guess the U2 gig did it then

What are your worst gig injuries? Are you are front front gotta be at the front person or are you a softy like me. An old non risk softy? Roll Eyes
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Well, I used to be pretty full-on at concerts, up the front, in the mosh pit etc... but I'm fairly well-built (height and weight wise) for a girl, and more than able to take care of myself.

Probably the worst injury I got was at a (get this) Split Enz show in Auckland, and that was inadvertent. The guy behind me was being obnoxious and the bouncer (a VERY huge Maori guy) told the errant audience member any more of that, and he'd be out... anyway the guy continued being rowdy, and so the bouncer leaned over and single-handedly plucked this guy out of the second row and hauled him away. His boot kicked the side of my head as the bouncer hauled him out...

I saw stars for a bit, but then I was seeing the Enz so I was a bit starry-eyed anyway Big Grin
When I was a teenager, I went to see punk groups like the Dead Kennedys at this legendary hole-in-the-wall, chicken-wire type of club called the Electric Banana (long gone, now). (There was this old goth couple who everybody called Johnny and Judy Banana, who ran the place.)

I snuck out to see Corrosion of Conformity at the Electric Banana (I was seventeen, but had a friend's ID...). I was wearing my new beret that I'd bought at an Army Surplus store. I was standing near the back, listening to the music (the mosh pit was in the front, and I DIDN'T want to go there!) when this guy with a foot-tall orange mohawk slices by and takes my brand new beret, and heads for the mosh pit.

I'm like, that jerk just stole my new hat! So I chased him to get it back. I didn't get the hat back. What I DID get was trampled by the slamdancers. I had a bruise on my left breast in the exact shape (and imprintation) as a Doc Marten's undersole.

Now, my mom was making my prom dress that year, because it was still the 80's, pastels reigned, and it was completely unhip to wear black to the prom. You couldn't fins a black prom dress anywhere. So my mom was making me one. The day after the Banana incident, she asked me to try on my prom dress (!!!) and in the process, saw the bruise. She asked me what it was.

Now, I was in a real jam. If I told her it was a combat-boot mark from getting trampled in the mosh pit at the Electric Banana, where I wasn't supposed to be, I'd be in HUGE trouble. So instead, (not thinking clearly) I told her it was a hickey. DOH! Well, at least I was grounded for less time....

(But I did wear the dress, with fishnet tights and my combat boots, to the prom about a month later, in a brave move that landed me photographed in the yearbook....)
Never been injured watching a gig, been injured playing one though. LOL!!

I was about 14, about the 2nd last show of our set, it was going off, got to an instrumental part of the song we were playing, i think it was 'total affair' that we were playing, or was it 'kings yact' ?? Can't remember, both suck anyway, thought they were good at the time though. LOL!!! Anyway back to the story..

I was going off with my bassplayer, and he did a jumpy spinny thing and cracked me in the side of the head with his bass. LOL!! I was a bit Confused but shook it off and kept going. LOL!!!

Cheers
Does a Tim Finn injury count? We saw him in Napier, New Zealand on Oct. 12, 2001...and during the jam session part of "Weather With You," Tim was twirling his guitar around, in preparation to go back into the chorus, and the end of the guitar whacked him right in the head, pretty hard!

You could hear the whole crowd go, "OOOOH!" and it obviously had to hurt, because we were in the front row and heard the WHACK it made. It left a big red mark, and I hope he used ice later. Nobody would have blamed him for leaving the stage to see about it, but he kept right on going! Of course, he kinda shook it off for a few extra bars first, but if something like that had happened to me, I'd have been such a wimp, started to cry, stopped the song, asked for ice...Class act, our Tim! Smiler
Not so much an injury but a near death experience.

V2001, Powderfinger had just finished and they were running out of time before Neil Finn was meant to be on, so my friend & I thought we'd be fine staying where we were (about 2/3 rows of people back from the barriers, roughly in the middle of the crowd) when on came some band whose name began with I. I think. I would say who but I'm not sure of the name (choice of 2 could be huge error if I get the wrong one) And the moshing started. Oh God did the moshing start. And the crushing and the pushing and the running out of breath etc. We were both crushed pretty badly and nearly knocked over a few times. In the 4th (?) song it looked likely one of us was actually gonna end up on the ground and the place being so huge, us being so small, the crowd being fairly violent, had either of us hit the floor we wouldn't be getting back up again, so we decided to fight our way out and sit the rest of their set out. Why oh Why bother having a band on when theres only 20 minutes before Neil Finn's meant to be on??

Umm other than that my worst injuries are barrier bruises from being crushed up against the barriers at places like Brixton, Shepherds Bush & the Astoria. Oh and being hit in the head by some drunk idiots elbow. And pulling a muscle trying to reach for a setlist.

Oh and then theres my little habit of falling over really stupidly before the gig's started or the place is very full. So the few people there can all see and spend the rest of the evening repeating the incident to their friends while pointing and laughing. The worst of this is I'm not even drunk when I manage to try my best to break my ankle. Ho hum. (most spectacular of which was probably at the D4's album launch party in Auckland a year ago *hopes no one on here was there/saw as you'll know straight away what happened/who the stupid prat was*)

Despite the nearly being crushed/trampled to death at V2001 experience I almost always try to be at the front for gigs. Partly cos I'm so short I can't see if I stand anywhere else. And also cos I like being at the front! Big Grin
I was at a Screaching Weasel show when this really tall skinhead guy started flailing around. Anyway, he was drunk so he didn't realize that during one move that looked a bit like a violent chicken dance, he had hooked his arm around my neck. He literally had me in a chokehold and didn't know it. I couldn't breath and was about to pass out when I finally managed to bite his arm. Then he apologized profusely. How do you NOT know you're choking someone?!

On the plus side, I was at a Love & Rockets show and I lost my contact lens. I was at the edge of the pit (no, I don't know why a pit formed at a L&R show) and somehow everyone figured out what had happened and they cleared a space and helped me find my lens! Can you believe it? I actually found it and it wasn't destroyed.
I actually have a photo of my injuries at the U2 gig.....I have these huge pockets of blood hanging from my hip bones......nice. But as I am wearing horrible pants and my thighs are strictly out of public bounds I will save you from the picture in question.

Hearing these stories it amazes me how more people don't get killed at gigs.
OK ! SELF - EXORCISM !!!!!!

Saras quote about near death stuff got me stewing and I've been slightly worried at gigs re: crushing before, but being a little bigger than she sounds - probably didn't worry quite so much so not the same.

So I thought, surely something has happened. But not in that sense - I've been battered, bruised, had the odd scuffle and hurt myself a bit - but never actually broken anything or set myself on fire.

But ! I did go to that Enz New Years gig. You may recall - kinda spontaneously.

Not much planning whatsoever and not much knowledge. My girlfriend got herself a blood clot from the long haul flight which nearly killed her. And unfortunately - if it wasn't for the gig, she wouldn't have got it.

This annoys me because this happened in March 2000 and all the publicity happened then about this sort of thing - too flipping late.

Anyway. There is an upside and a couple of twists - one of which being - she was kinda borderline for a year and you just do silly things like not go to sleep because you wanna make sure you're awake if they need you and all that. you just get knackered and then - then ! she gets the all clear - hooray hooray on 31st march 2001. a marvellous day.

april 1st 2001 - 14 hours later - my lung collapses. i nearly die. the verdict from the doctors - long haul flight potential ! so the buggers nearly got us both. allegedly because they wanna save a few quid by cutting air circulation or something, i just dunno but these people are slime.

i survive too (obviously !), takes about 8 months coz being an idiot i figured i was having a bit of a wobbler and ignored the fact that the air was stretching my bones and insides to buggery. i cant fly again never - well, not without a doctor next to me and no deep sea diving. otherwise, no sweat. thats how that cookie can crumble, far worse instances out there of course.

but ! this was a gig thing. twist two is that we have no regrets. which is so stupid. for 12 days the pair of us walked in our little bit of heaven together - i had such a good trip.

and we're over it too. best twist of all is that - ok, 2000 is crap with jane. 2001 is crap with loz. but 2002 ! girlie gets pregnant ! welcome to the new life !!! Smiler Smiler

she is making me crazy how well she's dealing with it all. superb - women are damn strong, the girl is blooming and i'm possibly gonna be a dad in 12 weeks time.

we weathered the storm. hopefully we get a baby. sorry about all this almost but hopefully it explains a bit somewhere, havent read it back as always...
congrats on the baby lozza,

now for my injuries at gigs.

mushroom 25th anniversary concert melbourne 1998.

pissed off that the enz weren't playing but got over it. still went with 'access all areas' from my dad. which was very cool. we were pretty much there for the whoel day. after dad's little set we went out for tea at this little restaurant close to the venue. I was really getting into the whole thing and enjoying myself. we went back to see the night set. kylie minouge was first up. her set went for ages and I was right up the front. all of a sudden this swarm of teeny boppers rushes to the front of the stage nearly deafening me with their ear piercing screams.

paul kelly was fantastic. really enjoyed his performance nothing went wrong there. but the angels is a completely different story. doc neason is a psychopath. I was still up the front of the stage and he starts throwing his towel around and acting like a complete bafoon. I feel slightly intimidated by his presense and so i move back a bit only to be hit in the head by his plastic cup. didn't hurt but s soon as I turned around all these people literaly jump for the cup. I wriggled my way out unhurt.

then when the whitlams come on this guy gets jumped on while trying to grab jeff kennett (the premier of victoria at the time) and he was pretty much next to me so as the police drag him away he grabs my arm and I go with him. I kicked him in the leg and he let go. I got lost and couldn't find my parents or my way out. but it was ok. I had a great day. I really enjoyed it on the whole.

Red Hot Chili Peppers melbourne 2002

was in the mosh pit. had the time of my life. and everyone's jumping around and trampling the smaller defenceless people. (one of which I wasn't) but some guy tripped on my shoelace and landed on his arse. me, being generous and helpful offer my assistace to the stranger and as he grabbs my shoulder to get up he pulls me down with him. then other people in the mosh pit decide a pile up is in order but the bouncers come in to stop everything before they could start. so i think I'm saved cool no worries. then the bouncers are trying to find out who started all the problems. and this surly d***head points to me and says 'yeah, it was that chick over there, this guy grabbed her and everyone joined in' BULL****! so I get dragged out by the police. I explaied what had happened and they let me back in. sweet.

so yeah i enjoyed it. it was fun. Smiler I had a black eye and a very stiff neck the next day!
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Originally posted by Sara:
[qb]Not so much an injury but a near death experience.

V2001, Powderfinger had just finished and they were running out of time before Neil Finn was meant to be on, so my friend & I thought we'd be fine staying where we were (about 2/3 rows of people back from the barriers, roughly in the middle of the crowd) when on came some band whose name began with I. I think. I would say who but I'm not sure of the name (choice of 2 could be huge error if I get the wrong one) And the moshing started. Oh God did the moshing start. And the crushing and the pushing and the running out of breath etc. We were both crushed pretty badly and nearly knocked over a few times. In the 4th (?) song it looked likely one of us was actually gonna end up on the ground and the place being so huge, us being so small, the crowd being fairly violent, had either of us hit the floor we wouldn't be getting back up again, so we decided to fight our way out and sit the rest of their set out. Why oh Why bother having a band on when theres only 20 minutes before Neil Finn's meant to be on??[/qb]
Because if the band in question is Idlewild then it's gonna be the best 20 mins of the whole festival Big Grin

Unless I've got my years mixed up but, hey, what the hell, it gives me a chance to plug Big Grin And having spent some of the best hours of my life (including two nights this week, sigh) being one of said violent buggers in Idlewild moshpits, I can't help but go all nostalgic Big Grin

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