Most of us would unanimously agree to have had a Linkin Park phase in our lives, at some point or the other. For some it ended, as they moved on to different genres of music. For others, their music playlist is still stuck in a monotonous shuffle of LP tracks.
As long as my memory serves me, I remember having listened to LP for the first time when I was in seventh. The songs, Numb and In The End, were so gripping, every second lad I knew, listened to them. The lyrics were impeccable; Chesters screams had an inexplicable influence on us. Joy, pain, anger, heartache, love, all the feelings wrapped into one voice. The adrenalizing drumbeats and the innerving chords perfectly shaped up our adolescence.
It is shocking to lose an inspirational figure like him to suicide. Turns out, money, fame and attention are not enough to survive. Sexually abused, bullied as a child, Chester kicked in to substance abuse from his early teens. Each song of his had a powerful meaning, a yawp hidden in each of his screams. He used to sing his heart out. Possessing one of the most influential voices, one that was alike, in studio as well as on stage, the man gave angst, its cleanest vocal expression. It shakes me to my deepest core to think that the man who inspired millions through his voice, helped them live through hard life, ended up taking that of his own. Moreover, what is even horrifying is that somewhere amongst us we have many more Chesters, maybe people close to us, feeling helpless, waiting for demise.
But who cares, right? These lyrics of one of the latest tracks by LP describe the same:
“Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers.
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker.”
– Vaibhav Lohia
( Monster )
Photograph by Abhinavanand Singh.