It has now been a week since we lost Chester Bennington. Linkin Park’s frontman hung himself on July 20th, the late Chris Cornell‘s birthday. The two were good friends and both had battles with their own demons that ultimately took their lives.
Chris Cornell’s death was obviously a tragedy in itself. He was a huge inspiration for so many musicians today. But his death didn’t really affect me personally.
Chester Bennington’s did.
I was in shock when I first heard the news, but when it wore off, I coped the best way I knew how: by writing about it. If you’re wondering why you haven’t seen anything here, it’s because this is no longer the only publication I’m writing for. Words were said and sent out into the ether of the interwebs almost immediately, and I was met with thanks from friends who didn’t realize how much this band meant to me or so many other people until now.
Isn’t it so unfortunate that this is what it takes to bring us together sometimes?
Anyway. I didn’t want any of you to think for a second that I forgot to say anything. He was important to me too. We’ll let this say it all: