Linkin Park has been my favourite band since I was 13 years old (I’m now 30). Since the moment I saw the music video for One Step Closer and saw Chester Bennington’s flame tattoos going up his forearms and Mike Shinoda’s bright-red, spiked hair, I have loved them.
My “Most-Likely-To” in my high school yearbook was to “strap herself to the Linkin Park tour bus.” For my honeymoon, my husband and I did basically that, following Linkin Park around in our car, eventually running out of money and having to sleep in the car and eat hot dogs cooked on a camp stove in Walmart parking lots.
Every new album, Linkin Park reinvents themselves with a new sub-genre or new genre entirely. And every new album, I am blown away by how amazingly talented and true to themselves the band is, both individually and together. I love each and every one of their songs, each for different reasons. From b-sides like My December to the ever-popular In The End. From before they were even called Linkin Park and went by Hybrid Theory to their newest and most different album One More Light.
This morning I got a notification on my phone. Someone had tagged me in the comments of a TMZ post. I read the headline in a daze. I read the first few sentences. My husband walked into the room to me throwing my phone across the room saying “no, no, no. It can’t be true.” I burst into tears.
In a daze, I went downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some lunch. And as my water boiled for my soup, I went on Twitter to see that Mike Shinoda had confirmed the news. I went numb.
I haven’t brought myself to listen to any of their music yet. I don’t think I can handle hearing Chester’s voice quite yet. But I needed to do something, so I turned to my form of therapy; writing.
Rest in peace Chester Bennington. You are amazing. You are loved.
My condolences to those who knew him personally. To his band mates and friends. To his wife. And most especially to his children.
Love and sadness,
One of your many Street Soldiers.