Rock means screaming at the top of one’s voice with ear-shattering annoying music, that’s all I believed up until the beginning of my high schools. Rock music had already made its way into the minds and playlists of the so-called ‘cool’ kids and the cronies that followed them. I remained in my own bubble of Arijit Singh and occasional Justin Bieber and Carly Rae Jepsen, that was the time when Hip-Hop was omnipresent, Rap was trending and Punjabis had taken the responsibility of producing more rappers than their wheat-production, and Rock Music was the new cool. Somehow Linkin Park happened and it was a very enlightening phenomenon which made me look at rock music with a completely different perspective. And when I look back now, it was doorway that led to a whole new musical world of Heavy Metal, Alternative Rock, Hard Rock, Alternative Metal, Rap Rock, Electronic in Rock, songs that infuses adrenaline from your ears in your blood rushing through your veins to your heart that beats on the sound of the pure hard rock metal music, music that can bring dead back to life.
I remember the mornings I started with listening to ‘One Step Closer’ and hours I’ve spent in my washroom trying to scream
I’ve given up
I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me!
like Chester, I remember the lunch breaks in which we discussed whether your best screamer is ‘Given Up’ or ‘Numb’ or ‘One Step Closer’ and a substantial part of my growing out of teenage to an early grown-up life motivated and celebrated with your music.
If Eminem is Rap God, Chester was undisputed unbeatable God of Rock and Screaming. His piercings, his tattoos, his hair styles and his powerful ear-splitting voice will remain embedded in the history of rock music. His death is an irreparable loss to the Rock music industry and a lesson to all of us proving that no matter how big a legend you are, drugs can fuck you up, so bad that you may decide to end up your life, leaving behind an irreplaceable void.
Now when I’m writing this blog while listening to your songs, I finally realize what you meant when you said
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
You will always be there in our playlists and our hearts but Rock Music will never be the same.
RIP Chester Charles Bennington.