It's two years to the day since singer Chester Bennington took his life, and I am day drunk and listening to his voice.
Musician deaths never really bothered me. I mean, they bummed me out, sure. But Chester's was different.
I remember the news sinking in and I just broke down. I was literally sobbing in my girlfriends arms (how mental is that?) And I had no idea why.
It took a few days of thinking but it hit me. All these musicians that have died before were from the generation before. I was brought up on them. But Chester was the first from MY generation. At least the first I cared about.
I was introduced to Linkin Park because of my Dad. His friend was the city's premiere rock DJ so got all the promo CD's and had people telling him who the up and comers he should be pushing were/weren't, and Linkin Park were firmly in the PUSH category.
I had CD's, stickers, posters, all of it (I was essentially street team, I just didn't know it), and it took my school mates about 6 months to catch up. Linkin Park were always 'my' band. They've always been special to me.
I was suicidal throughout my teens for reasons I won't go into, and have battled depression for as long as I can remember, and Chester's lyrics gave me strength when I needed it, although every song he wrote was a cry for help.
I'm 34 now and still love this band with every fibre of my being. Scary how powerful an effect music can have on you.
Anyway, I'm listening to Linkin Park and having a cry, remembering all the times Chester's words stopped me killing myself.
Depression is a killer, and for some reason it's still taboo to talk openly about it. May as well break the taboo here amongst friends.