“Check out the snare.”

Dawson Morris, Hardy’s brother and manager mouthed to me from across the room.

“Huh?”

He came closer.

“Check out the snare. That’s blood.”

Sure enough, what he was directing my eyes towards was a spiral spatter of blood encompassing the entire snare drum that T. Hardy’s drummer was ravaging his knuckles during their set at our SXSW Showcase. We’ve filmed over 500 bands and I have never once come across something like that. It wasn’t just a trickle of blood coming down his hands, it was his whole damn fist, clenched tight around those sticks and bleeding raw, no doubt mixing with the persperation worked up from the set running down his arms. It had to sting, just a little bit. Let’s hope the music feels the same…