I guess I’ve kind of started posting every Monday and Thursday. I didn’t this Thursday just gone, mainly because I was at first distracted by OJ Simpson’s parole hearing, but then because the news hit us all that Chester Bennington, the lead singer of Linkin Park, had taken his own life.
As with so many of my peers, I would be so bold as to say Chester’s was the voice of our generation. I got into Linkin Park in the Hybrid Theory era (to the uninitiated – that’s their debut album). At that time I was also getting into Blink-182, and I completely credit both of these bands for getting me into modern rock music. They’ve shaped my tastes and without them I really wonder what kind of music I would be listening to these days.
I won’t lie, Linkin Park were never my favourite band, but they are way up there in the top bands I will always love. They’re the kind of band you can pick up and listen to at any time and feel the comfort of knowing their music is always there for you. Which is why the news of Chester’s death broke my heart.
It’s no secret he always struggled with his demons – as the band said in their official statement, singing about those exact demons is what made the world fall in love with their music.
I’m still heartbroken about the loss of Chester and even now, 4 days later, it feels strange to not be listening to Linkin Park. We’ve lost other legends recently but Chester feels like the most personal of all the losses so far.
When my time comes,
Forget the wrong that I’ve done,
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed,
Don’t resent me,
And when you’re feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest.
Chester, you left so, so many reasons to be missed – not least your beautiful voice, your talent, your kindness and compassion. And believe me, you will be sorely missed. RIP. xx