I am a headbanger. A hair-whipping, brain frazzling, metalheaded headbanger.
And then I turned thirty.
And ‘am’ became a tentative ‘sometimes’.
I went to a metal gig soon after my thirtieth birthday; thrashed my head around in the maniacal, and not unaccustomed manner, that said head has come to expect… and gave myself some or other version of concussion.
No friend, I wish I was joking.
I left the gig: saw stars, felt brutally nauseous, thought I was going to pass out but managed to not spew the whole tube ride home (it was no mean feat)… until I hit the station escalator – the longest escalator in the world, of course. Blasting chunks into my hands and jersey, I tried to act normal – H.A. H.A – as I watched pieces of dolmades embed themselves in the grooves of the less-than-impressed metal stairs that were carrying me to the beautiful anonymity of the outside. After lurching my way toward the exit, I ditched my woollen gurge bag on the side of the street and carried on in a merry-I-have-not-just-purged-my-insides-all-over-London way, contemplating wtf!? every second of the ten-minute bus ride home.
My body had failed me.
Or maybe I’ve just got too much hair?
Either way…
Since that day, I have tried headbanging at home, in secret, just to see what will happen – at least if I concuss myself again no one is there to see my shame and my very fragile street cred will remain mostly intact. But I’ve got to be honest; it’s a little challenging. The truth of the matter is: I have lost my metal mojo. Two kids and a whole lot less clubbing later, I am out of practice. I mean, I know how to bang and thrash – the music demands it – but afterwards…
… afterwards, I expect to suffer.
In a study published in the British Medical Journal in 2008, researchers concluded that headbanging to a typical heavy metal tempo could cause mild traumatic brain injury or concussion, and neck injury, particularly as the tempo of the music and angle of movement increases – if the range of movement of the head and neck is greater than 75 degrees, you’re screwed.
Fuck that shit.
No one ever said life was easy. ‘Specially not for a metalhead.
Am I too old to headbang?
Probably.
Will I stop?
Hell. No.
Read more about the BMJ research at ABC Science – “Head-banging hammers brain”
HAHAHAHAHA!!! This is INCREDIBLE!!! Why have I never heard about this day before?! Man alive!!! x
Shame my friend. Shame! I have decided to come clean.:)
Too old at 30……no, not possible. I am 52 a headbanger and still going strong, my finest hour, taking my 10 yr old daughter to see Sabbath at the Academy in Birmingham last year. We had a wild time having just moved from South Africa and starved of this calibre of event.
Hell YES! That’s what I like to hear :)