Until last night, I never quite understood the personal loss people feel when a celebrity dies.
I get that it’s sad. It’s sad you won’t see them or hear them again. It’s very sad for their family, their friends… death is sad. It’s always sad.
But the outpouring of grief for someone you never knew… I didn’t quite get it.
Now I do.
I first discovered Linkin Park through my friend Ben. I was quite late to discovering music. Of course I liked a good tune, but it was mostly bands my parents listened to (Meat Loaf) or whatever pop compilation they bought me at Christmas (I did, once, buy the Bewitched album). But I discovered my own music, the songs that would define me, when I was around 16. Kerrang introduced me to these new, angry, emotional, funny little musicians. So I spent the summer of 2001 listening to Sum 41 (All Killer No Filler), Blink-182 (Take Off Your Pants And Jacket) and Limp Bizkit (Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water). Those albums were on repeat endlessly.
I was standing outside our form room in May of that year. My friend Ben was the musician. He had a guitar and wore hoodies. He was fast becoming too cool to hang out with the class weirdo… so I was glad school was coming to an end. One of the girls in the class, Fliss, started talking to him. I remember being surprised by this. Fliss was cool, what is she doing talking to my nerdy mate Ben? So I hung back to listen. She liked his Linkin Park hoody. So, intrigued and trying to look a little cooler myself, I bought myself Hybrid Theory.
My word. 30 minutes that album lasted, and it was the greatest 30 minutes I had ever listened to. Angry, sorrowful… this was teen angst, but with a sound far more mature than the Limp Bizkit nonsense (which I love, by the way). I must have listened to that album 1,000 times on repeat. I would play Age of Empires on PC with the album in the disc tray, listening to it over and over, throughout that entire summer. Test me. I know it all.
Chester Bennington was the lead singer. I liked him, but he wasn’t my favourite. He was cool. He had good hair, and amazing tattoos, and an incredible singing voice. He had a ripped body and wore sunglasses. He was awesome, but let’s be honest, I was never going to be Chester Bennington. It was Mike Shinoda, the rapper, the one who wrote the songs and experimented with the sounds… the band’s creative nerd… that’s who I wanted to be. I could be a creative nerd, I thought.
I downloaded all of Linkin Park’s B-sides. I even lapped up their Reanimation remix album, even though most of it was a bit naff.
It was two years until Linkin Park came back again with Meteora. I remember buying that album so vividly because I was so damn excited. I rode my bike into town in March 2003. I went into our local independent record shop (remember those?) and bought a CD (remember those?) with a DVD included that I never watched. I plugged the album into my portable CD player (remember those?) and I listened all the way home. I had already heard their first single, Somewhere I Belong, and it was ok. It sounded a little like In The End, but not quite as good. But the album was really great. Still just 30 minutes, but with Faint, Numb, Breaking The Habit and From The Inside, it was another wonderful half hour.
Amy at Leeds Festival 2003
I saw Linkin Park for the first time that August. My then girlfriend (Amy) drove me and my brother to Leeds Festival. Despite only having an hour’s worth of material, they were headlining the festival, while my other favourite band, Blink-182, were supporting. Staind were there, and InMe and Bowling For Soup and Finch. Amy wasn’t completely happy on the day. She was tired having driven all the way and I wasn’t especially thankful. Linkin Park were damn impressive with their big stage show and their album-like sound quality. On the way home I fell asleep, much to Amy’s annoyance, and she almost nodded off at the wheel, and was woken up by my brother opening a bottle of coke.
Less than a year later, I saw Linkin Park again, this time at Download Festival with my friend Neal. On the way there, Neal was swerving across the lanes on the deserted A1 to the Linkin Park song ‘One Step Closer’. He was ‘car dancing’. Unfortunately, a police car showed up at just the worst moment and pulled him over. It wouldn’t be the last time we got in trouble with the police.
Neal before the ‘car dancing’
Before the best acts came on, Neal and I watched the skaters on the ramps and talked about girls. During the gig, I got so squashed I started to feel panicked and Neal, seeing I was in distress, grabbed my hand and shouted ‘coming through’ and pulled me out of the pit and to safety. I watched the end of that gig from the hill besides the stage, and I was in awe of seeing both the stage and all those thousands of fans together. It was a different gig experience. 12 months later and my friendship with Neal would be torn to pieces. That’s a different story.
Three years later, and I was back at Download. Linkin Park was now the biggest rock band in the world, courtesy of those first two albums and a mash-up record with JayZ. This fame seemed to define the band’s more mainstream third album, Minutes to Midnight, which I’ve never been in love with despite being home to some undeniable classics like Hands Held High, Bleed It Out, What I’ve Done, Shadow of the Day and Leave Out All The Rest.
They were headlining Download again and this time I had bought tickets for the full weekend. I went with my friends Andrew and Kieran, with another mate of mine, Jason, coming along with some of his other friends. He was staying in a hotel, which I mocked at the time, but he had the right idea.
I had just finished uni and trying to work out what to do next. I had done a few jobs and I was considering going into teaching, although it would prove challenging for many reasons. It was an uncertain time. My dream was to be a journalist, so I was writing a lot, but I doubted it would amount to anything.
I remember this weekend in particular for having my wallet stolen within the first 15 minutes of getting to the festival. I was gutted and felt my recent run of back luck was never going to end. But my friends, oh my friends, were wonderful. They kept me going with food and drink, and they all clubbed together to buy me a Linkin Park t-shirt as a ‘birthday present’. I loved them for that.
Andrew, Kieran and Jason (not pictured) saved Download Festival 2007 for me
That would be the first of three Linkin Park gigs I would go to over the next 13 months. I saw the band again in January the following year (2008). I remember that gig better than most because you could buy a recording of it, so I have it on my iPhone. It was fantastic. You could tell they had been touring for a while and had fine tuned the show to perfection. But oddly, that’s not what I’ll remember this night for.
Despite my doubts six months earlier, I had managed to become a journalist. I had applied for a job on MCV, one of the most influential magazines in video games, but I didn’t get it.
Andrew before he ‘lost his ticket’ and Jason at the O2 in January 2008
It turned out there wasn’t a job on that title after all, but they had one on their tech publication. So I started writing for that in November. But by January things had changed, and on the walk up to the O2 Arena (where the gig took place), my boss Lisa called me and asked me if I wanted to join MCV. It was the flagship title. I was both terrified and overjoyed. I said yes.
I went to the gig with Andrew and Jason again, only this time Andrew got all the way to the O2, decided he didn’t want to see the band, pretended he lost his ticket, and went home. We still laugh about that.
I wasn’t planning on seeing Linkin Park again, but they announced they were bringing their Project Revolution touring festival to the UK at the Milton Keynes Bowl that very summer. It was to be a star-studded line-up of hip-hop and rock, and just 30 minutes drive away. There was The Bravery, InnerPartySystem, Enter Shikari, N.E.R.D and JayZ. I wasn’t going to go but I had just got in touch with an old school friend called Adele, and she was thinking about going. So I thought why not. I went with Andrew again (he turned up this time) and it was probably the greatest rock gig I’ve ever experienced.
It was such a hot summer day. We lay on the mound during most of it, letting the music wash over us and drinking Pimms and messing around. Adele and her sister Alex joined us. It was great. But then came Linkin Park and it was a mesmerising gig. The full stage show was in flow, I remember a superb rendition of Shadow of the Day just as the sun had almost set, with bright orange light streaming from the stage. After they’d finished What I’ve Done, the last song on their first encore, we were getting ready to leave. But the lights hadn’t come back on the stage.
“Two encores?” said Adele with a smile. “How pretentious.”
A few moments later Chester Bennington came back on stage.
“Do you want some more?”
The crowd roared.
“I don’t believe you, I said do you want some fucking more?”
The crowd roared louder.
“What do you want?” asked Mike Shinoda.
Chester takes back over. “Do you want some more LP?”
A roar.
“Or do you want some more JayZ?”
A bigger roar. We all knew what was about to happen.
“Well how about a bit of fucking both.”
And out comes the rap legend and they launch into their 2006 hit Numb/Encore. The crowd erupted. What an end to a gig. They did another song together, before the band closed the night out on Bleed It Out. We were stuck in traffic a bit on the way home. But it was worth it. One of my favourite ever days, and they even released a DVD of the concert, so I can relive it. And I do.
One of my favourite ever days with Adele, Andrew and Alex
Linkin Park did one gig the year after, but I decided to miss it. They hadn’t released any new material and I had seen them tour their last album three times. In 2010, I did go and see Chester Bennington’s side project Dead by Sunrise with Ben, who I had reconnected with in a big way and we had become very close friends once again. I wasn’t in love with Chester’s side project, they were ok, but it was amazing seeing this rock legend at a venue as intimate as the HMV Apollo.
Shortly after that, Linkin Park announced a new album, A Thousand Suns, and a new UK tour. I hadn’t heard the album yet and I still felt I had seen them enough, so I decided to not go to the gig. What a mistake that was.
2010 was a happy year for me. I had become MCV’s deputy editor and I just started seeing someone new. Her name was Carrie-Ann and this one felt special.
A Thousand Suns came out in September that year and it was superb. Not all the fans loved it, but the critics did and the critics were right. The way I had listened to music had changed. iPods were the music device of choice and I would listen to an album, pick my favourite songs, put them in a playlist, and discard the rest. The days of listening to an album like Hybrid Theory over and over and over until I knew ever single word, was at an end. But A Thousand Suns demanded that you listened to all of it. It was almost like one, long, beautifully crafted song. It may well be my favourite Linkin Park album.
Yet I didn’t buy tickets to the tour. Shit. I rushed online, but they had sold out long ago. I had missed the gig. I was kicking myself. I hoped they’d do a festival the next year, and they did… Download again. But this time I was out of the country on work. I was mortified.
And then they announced one final UK date for that tour… at the iTunes Festival. This was a free festival that took place at a tiny venue, the Camden Roundhouse. I had applied to see bands here before, but I always missed out. But in 2011 I had a chance… my friend Mary worked at the Roundhouse. And because she is amazing, she got me a ticket.
This didn’t go entirely smoothly. I was supposed to go away with Carrie-Ann on holiday on the same day of the gig, so I postponed the holiday by a day. Carrie-Ann was upset with me and a few others agreed with her. “You’re going to see a gig, with another girl, when you’re supposed to be going on holiday with your girlfriend? What the devil are you playing at?” But in my head, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’d never see Linkin Park in a venue this small and playing these songs. I’d regret it if I didn’t.
It was worth the grumpiness, though. Because this gig was another very special one – just like the one in 2008 but in the opposite way. Rather than epic, this was intimate. The most famous moment was when Mike and Chester came out on stage, Mike on the piano and Chester singing, and the two of them covered Rolling In the Deep by Adele (the other Adele). But my personal favourite moment came at the end, when the band played Bleed It Out – a song that often closed their set – and half way through Mike said: “I’m going to take you back ten years, alright?” And then he turned the song, masterfully, into A Place For Your Head. It worked so well. And they played most of my favourite A Thousand Suns tracks. Another brilliant night.
I vowed never to miss a Linkin Park gig again but the band didn’t tour their next album (well, not in the UK). Living Things was a good record, but not quite up there with the classics. I did see the band, oddly, during this period… on stage at a press event talking about a video game.
The next time I saw them was, I’m pleased to say, another special gig. It was Download again in 2014. The band was just about to release their next album, the hard-as-nails The Hunting Party, which is a great heavy rock record – although it got a bit too heavy in places for me. But their Download headline set wasn’t to do with this new release. It would be a special gig dedicated to Hybrid Theory, that original nu-metal classic. Linkin Park vowed to play the whole album (all 30 minutes of it) front to back, without interruption and for each song to be the original version and none of the remixed versions (which they were prone to do).
I went with Adele. This was another exciting period for me, although things were getting more serious and more grown up. I was planning to propose to Carrie-Ann (I would do it six months later), and I had become editor of MCV. I was a boss and, hopefully, a husband. Things were changing.
Adele and I at Download 2014
It was a nice day. Adele was in fine spirits, and the first band I ran into – on the smallest stage – was an interesting little act called 21 Pilots. I bought their album after that. They’re now an international sensation.
Mike, the rapper, couldn’t help but say a few words mid-way through their Hybrid Theory set, and of course they played a load of newer songs once that was done, too. But for 30 minutes I could pretend to be that 16 year-old boy once again, one without the pressures of responsibility, who could spend all day playing Age of Empires and listening to his favourite band, without a care in the world.
I saw Linkin Park another time that very same year, again with Adele, only this time it was The Hunting Party tour. It was a really odd gig. My proposal was imminent and my job was hard. I was feeling stressed. This album was heavy, and the start of the gig was relentless. For the first 45 minutes I let out all my frustration by jumping and screaming the words. But then… then the gig turned into some form of rave. I wanted to get the glow sticks out. I was expecting foam to suddenly spray out from the stage. I realised then that I’d never been to one Linkin Park gig that had felt like another. And I left that night feeling more relaxed than I had done in quite some time.
Linkin Park’s next album arrived just a few months ago. It is the polar opposite to The Hunting Party. It’s a pop record. I’m not sure I like it, although I may change my mind with repeat listens. However, I promised myself I wouldn’t miss another LP tour, and so I didn’t. I went to see them two weeks ago with my friends Jason and Paul Fisher. The pop stuff didn’t go down great, although their collaboration with Stormzy was popular when the UK artist actually joined them on stage. It was the first time that had happened, apparently. Another historic Linkin Park moment.
We went hard at the Linkin Park gig at the O2 two weeks ago
Life is changing again. Everyone is having babies. I am a married man now, perhaps we’ll start a family soon, and I had become a publisher. The days of spending £70 on a Linkin Park gig, one of four gigs I went to that week, was probably coming to an end – even if I refuse to admit it. I even caught myself commenting on how the price of this gig was more than the price of that festival I went to with Amy 14 years ago. I was using phrases like “in my day”… a sure sign of age.
So my friends and I got into the mosh pit. We jumped around, we sung the words to all the songs, we got sweaty and arrived home way past our bedtimes. These moments may not come around all that often in the future, so we’re making them count.
Two weeks later, Chester Bennington is gone, and I start to understand why people feel so heartbroken at the loss of a celebrity.
I didn’t know Chester. But he’d always been there, in the background, singing me some songs. He’d been there when I was the 16 year-old boy that just wanted the cool girl to think he wasn’t a complete nerd. He’d been there on those glorious, sunny festival days when I could just let loose and jump about. He’d been there during the harder times, too, and eased my anxiety as life’s pressures began to pile up.
In Chester, I have not lost someone the same way that his family or friends have. It’s not that kind of grief. Rather, it’s a sadness. That sense of melancholy you get when you remember the times you once had, and realise that you’ll never have them again.
I will miss him.