I write this in sad circumstances. Being a music lover, I find that I invest myself into the music I listen to. I obsess over certain albums, certain songs or certain bands and mostly because the music makes a difference to my life somehow. I rely on music to get me up in the morning, get me through the day and get me to sleep at night.
It doesn’t matter what situation you’re in, where you live, what you do. Music will always be there when you need it, my iPod is always at arms length. I know people have their own ways of dealing with things but a lot of people turn to music when they need a pick me up or a push forward.
Hearing about the death of Chester Bennington has absolutely broken my heart, and I’m fully aware that I sound like every other fan on social media and whatnot but it’s true. His music guided my teenage years and always made a shit situation seem that little bit better. I always knew that if I was going through a rough time then I could dig out my Hybrid Theory album, blast it out at full volume and feel better for it. I’m actually listening to it as I write this. Music heals, well it does for me anyway.
Some people don’t understand the power of music to others and that’s okay, we all have our own way of dealing with things and finding ways of making ourselves feel better about certain situations but we should never judge the way people chose to deal with these things. Just because it works for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for everyone else.
I will always turn to music whatever mood I’m in, I have a select few bands I listen to when I’m sad, angry, happy.. whatever and Linkin Park is always a band I go to for whatever mood.
I suppose this post is more of a thankyou post to the bands I listen to, for making a shit situation seem better and for making a good situation seem great and a thankyou to Chester Bennington for bringing his music into my life and making it that bit better when I needed it to be.
Rest In Peace you brilliant human being, you amazed us all.