Nearly sutured head

I saw one of my favorite new bands, The Futureheads, at The Loft last night.



While at the show, I had what one might call an unfortunate incident.

I got in a brief scuffle with a man in a green cardigan when said man hopped on stage near the end of the show and stage dove -- landing on my head. Because I was looking down at my telephone, I did not see him until he was almost on top of me.

We both fell to the floor. I was angry. My anger was compounded when sweater boy muttered something about it all being in "good fun." I stood up, said, "you landed on my head, asshole," grabbed him by the sweater, and shoved/pulled him to the floor with the intention of beating on him. I was pissed off. However, because I generally avoid confrontation and haven't been in a fistfight since junior high, I wasn't exactly sure how this whole fighting thing was suppose to work. I decided to punch him, but suddenly I felt constrained -- mostly by the embarrassment I felt because so many people were staring.

Then Barry, the group’s singer, said stop.

I thought he was saying stop to me, so I stopped and looked up. In fact, he was saying stop to the band, who quickly stopped. Barry asked, into the mic while looking at me, if I was okay. "I'm fine." He then chastised the jumper and mocked him: "I bet you feel stupid. You jumped on the meanest looking guy here.” That’s the first time anyone’s ever accused me of looking mean.

After asking me again if I was alright, the band started up again. Sweater boy, who'd been moshing like an idiot all night, kept putting his hand on me and apologizing. I told him that he needed to stop touching me now. He skulked away.

Before the final encore, the band's other guitarist looked at me and said into the mic, “Sorry about your head.”

The Futureheads -- a band that rocks, a band that cares.