I’m sat here, in my conservatory, with the sound of the rain hitting the roof, listening to Linkin Park. I have been trying to work out why the death of a celebrity would hit me so hard. I’m not really a fan, but I was, a long time ago.
Generally when a celebrity dies its just a ‘oh no!’ type reaction, but this one feels different. Its thrown a whole range of memories and emotions back at me, all at once.
Linkin park had a huge part in my development into adulthood and my current life. At the time that the first song appeared on Radio 1 – One step closer, I was big into hip hop, but the mix of rock and rap drew me in. I was soon a big fan, eventually more so for the rock than the rap.
Around the same time, my mother died, I think not knowing what to do with me, my long time friend Dan invited me to the pub with all his college mates. They were definitely not hip hop fans, and I remember worrying that I wouldn’t fit in. Long story short – I met some great people and eventually my wife, Emma.
I think it’s pretty clear that the main reason Chester’s death threw me, is all the past memories it has thrown back at me, add to which, the start of this ‘period’ of life was the suicide of my Uncle. Yeah, its all too similar.
So I guess this is like the end of an era, and a weird kind of closure to a period in my life. I sit here watching old Linkin Park videos on YouTube, while our daughter attempts to stand for the first time in the other room and I wonder what the next period of my life will have in stall for me, for us.