Linkin Park's Chester Bennington Dies at 41, A Troll for the Trolls
The Singer was 41 and had 4 Kids
7/20/17, 3:38 pm EDT
By John Corry, photo from The Sun
*Offended Alert: I’m a little offended. You’ve been warned.
This one's for you, trolls...
'Member that time you gave Linkin Park a bunch of shit for not making the record you wanted them to make? Their latest, One More Light, might not have been their best record, and I would admit that I didn't like it very much either, but, then again, if I’m being honest: I haven't really liked anything Linkin Park has done since I was twelve years old and Meteora was the coolest thing on the planet...
But I wasn’t a dick about it. When people turned on Linkin Park I said: ‘ok, this is cool enough; not what I put on, but it’s better than no music at all.’ Yes, getting my opinions out is a pretty awesome–and arguably important (for mental health purposes (;D)), thing to do–but there's a difference between talking shit with my friends–people whom I know personally, and who aren't going to go out and scream to the rest of the world how important my opinion is–and talking shit to the ether called the internet–
What happens when your shitty opinions–meant strictly as a negative and nothing more–start to make their ways to the people you’re criticizing? Not as actual criticism, or as a well-intentioned invitation to dialogue or constructive criticism, but as simple, unadulterated (albeit for comedic purposes; there’s a line) hate. Shouldn't the artist just consider them intellectual nothing-but-brainless-shit-stains just like the rest of us? Or is that simply not how they tend to think? Should they care what their fans think of their new shit? Will they no matter what?
I would like to state for the record *ForTheRecord that I do not *Hate* all ‘trolls’, nor do I think that all trolls are Absolutely terrible people, even the worst of them. There’s a time and a place for it, but I don’t think that place is in music (unless the ‘musician’ isn’t writing or playing her own songs). Everbody handles music in a different way–just like everything else in life–and fuck you if you think you have the right to try to force somebody else to recognize yours as being ‘better’ in any way, because that’s really what’s going on here. Once the joke is played out–and you’re just being a dick–you’re just being a dick; and you’re too stupid or wrapped up in your own bullshit to realize that you’re doing exactly what you ‘hate’ so much about other people: you’re trying to force them to think the way you do (again: once the joke has been played out).
We can pretend that emotions don't exist, but they do, so fuck off (that's stupid).
Before the words (!!!), before the pictures, before even the notes specifically made to convey such connections, the ability to see the connection is the first step, and this connection is not made by analysis, or by a straight forward attempt to live through it and do it; it is as simple as looking around, and letting it in.
Unless I’m a yellow-faced chink cuck.
It takes an inherently vulnerable person to be able to do this effectively and to make that connection on a wide scale; however technically incoherent or low-quality the art itself may be (in theory), it is a plight no person can describe to someone who hasn't been through it (making art that’s been successful). It is not the artist's job to acquiesce to your requests just because you're paying the guy, just as it's not your job to listen to something you don't want to listen to just because somebody else told it’s ‘better than Tool, man’ (for multiple reasons).
Linkin Park's music may be controversial (I guess?), but your STUPID opinions only aren't because you have no talent, nor reason to critique someone else's based on anything more than personal preference and psychological cowardice, but you can bet your ass that the guys in Linkin Park are going to hear your (shrill) voices.
Not because they 'need you to pay for their mansions' (though that certainly may be true for some artists) or that they need you to tell them that they do have lives worth living, but because making art is their job, and listening to you, and caring about you, simply comes with the territory (because otherwise the art wouldn't be made (or it wouldn't be made well), regardless of how stupid or heartless you may be), something you wouldn’t know if the only art you make is photoshopping penises on FaceBook photos.
I'm all for being controversial and pushing boundaries, but Chester Bennington had a good voice, and his lyrics were potent in regards to their subject matter (often mental illness).
Plus the guy had six kids.
Do I need you to care about any of that to validate my assertion that Bennington had talent???
Fuck no (and fuck you).
Or maybe, just maybe, (I need to care) about just as much as you do in order to continue pretending that your emotions are truly nothing more than internet trolls, or are best represented as such.