Picture two eleven-year-old girls riding around a sleepy country town in the height of summer screaming at the top of their lungs, “SHUT UP WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU!”

I had begged my parents for the new Limp Bizkit album, Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water, but they were worried about the language content. My older sister piped up and suggested Linkin Park, as their language wasn’t as colourful as ol’ mate Fred Durst’s. So began my love for Linkin Park and enigmatic frontman, Chester Bennington.

Hybrid Theory, Reanimation, Meteora, and the rhyme heavy collaborative album Collision Course pretty much soundtracked my pre-teen and teen years. Throw a little Placebo in the mix and you’ve got curated Teen Tegan life score.

What snared me, in the beginning, was the beautiful (yes I am describing a nu metal band’s sound as beautiful, what of it) contrast between Chester’s rasping emotion laced screaming with Mike Shinoda’s polished vocals and raps. Then, take your classic nu metal combo of heavy guitar riffs, driving beats, and layered electronica and you my friend, have a winning combo.

Though we have gone our separate ways in recent years their music still holds a special place in my heart. I have many stories associated with their music but that first summer when Hybrid Theory was the only album my bestie, Soph and I listened to, is definitely my fondest. Thank you for your contribution to my life Chester you have made my life all the better.

RIP Chester Bennington.

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