I still remember it was the monsoon of 2009, one of my classmates had sneaked in an iPod in the classroom. It wasn’t actually an ‘iPod’ but one of those cheap Chinese copies of the same. Anyways, that kid had become a mini celebrity that day in class as sneaking in some electrical appliance was considered uber cool those days. So, on that fateful day during the recess hour when the monsoon shower was in full throttle mode outside, that guy introduced me to my first ever English song- ‘Bleed it out’ by Linkin Park.
Having grown up on Bollywood music of Sonu Nigam and A R Rahman, that song sounded a bit queer. That fast-paced rock music with almost incomprehensible rap (I didn’t understand a word that time!) and occasional growling by the lead vocalist almost made me question the sanity of my friend. After he turned it off, I knew I wasn’t going to hear it again. I haven’t been more wrong in my life since then. A few days later, I borrowed memory card from the same friend for a reason that eludes my mind now but I found the same song in it. I listened to that song once again and found my feet tapping on that rap rhythm. I replayed it once more and this time my lips were humming to its tone. I decided to listen a few more of its songs and heard Faint, One step Closer, In the End, Crawling and Papercut on that day itself. Since then there has been no turning back and Linkin Park discography has always been on my playlist.
Today, on hearing the sad news of Chester Bennington’s death, that particular day came flashing before my eyes making me realize everything indeed gets ‘lost in the echo’. The boy in me cried a lot. During my school days, I was strangely addicted to LP’s song, so much that I had memorized all of their songs- Shinoda’s rap, Chester’s screams and even the beats of drums. I remember how my mother used to reprimand me when I sang those songs in home trying to imitate Chester's voice. Even today when I hear any of those songs my lips automatically start humming those lyrics. I find it strange that even after all these years, those lyrics are clearly etched in my mind.
There is a reason LP is so special to me. Besides their brilliant music and impeccable performances, there is another facet of emotional connection that binds me to it. First of all, almost all of their songs told me the blatant realities when everyone around me including my parents and teachers were trying to sugarcoat the bitter truth. Then there was Chester himself. His gritty husky voice that echoed in your ears long after the song had stopped. His personality. His tattoos. His performances that were impregnated with gusto. Everything made me revere him more and more. He was everything that I was not. And who could not be moved by those crisp lyrics? I still remember I used to hear Faint for the entire day during the time of my first heartbreak (or breakup or whatever you call it!). LP has a song for my every mood!
I found a kind of escape in those songs when no one else understood me. One of the many things that I wanted to do when I had enough money was to hear Chester Bennington live! I know I can’t fulfill my that dream anymore and it shatters my heart. Still, my mind is in a denial state and it is really hard for me to digest that he committed suicide. A guy who saved me from so many emotional turmoils committed suicide himself!
Life and its ironies!
“I can’t feel the way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored.
Time won’t heal, this damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored”
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