I was 10 years old when I first heard In the End on the radio, and it captivated me for the entire week and I would switch through all of the radio stations for it at my parent's annoyance. My first physical CD was Linkin Park's Reanimation, because I was an idiot and didn't know that the song I wanted was actually on Hybrid Theory. He's responsible for one of my first big obsessions, and I'm grateful for it. RIP, you will be missed.
Found out about it accidentally, through the social network recommendations. Found out about Chris Cornell's during the same Google search. Stunning, to find such a thing out. I guess it reminds me of my own mortality... or maybe that I, as a human being, am also capable of this. It's a disturbing thought, yet liberating. Reminding of John Donne's famous poem, too. (haven't had a serious self-harm thought in a long time. glimpses pop and fade seldom, but are dismissed quickly) Every time I saw Chester, he was extremely expressive and physically active - not unlike Robin Williams, in fact. It only became known after the latter's suicide that he was the sad clown himself. I wonder if the same was true of Chester. I wonder if it's the same of everything doing heavy lifting in the art department, like both of them did. I wonder what it means for anyone striving towards the same goal.