On October 27 last year, Linkin Park and a host of friends honoured the life and work of the band's late vocalist, Chester Bennington at a special memorial show in the Hollywood Bowl. In K!1695 we spoke to bandmate, Mike Shinoda, who kindly shared his personal recollections and memories of the frontman. This, is his touching tribute.
I knew Chester Bennington was going to change my life from the moment he opened his mouth to sing.
I’d just started the band with a high school friend, Mark, but being a lead singer just wasn’t in his DNA so we went looking for one. When we scheduled a few guys to try out, Chester walked in. He was super friendly, as you can imagine, he weighed around 90 pounds; he was wearing these little, thin rectangular glasses and he was painfully awkward. He was hunched over and quiet-ish. But Chester was so great that day, the guy who was waiting to try out after him just left. He knew.
Even though we’d sent Chester our songs beforehand, he later admitted to me that he’d never done a screaming or yelling part on a track before. That was shocking to me. He could do it better than anyone I’d ever heard.
Chester could sing very sweetly too, and over the course of those few months there was this process of exploration. Usually it was just me and him, sitting in my room in my apartment, writing things and having him sing them into the mic. I would record them and give him some feedback. He was figuring out how to use his instrument and what felt good to him. I didn’t know it back then, but I was producing.
In a time when it was becoming less and less common, Chester was a rock frontman. That’s just my opinion, but I thought one of the reasons he was so special was because he could give people big, dynamic performances without it feeling egotistical or trashy, the way you see sometimes, when people cross the line into the projection and theatre of a big performance. But when Chester did it, it felt like it was all about the fans. Whether he was loud or quiet, he demanded your attention, but he did it in a way that was earnest and inviting.
It was funny because he was the kind of guy that when you would compliment his voice, especially early on, he would look away. He would deny it, or he would make a self-deprecating comment. And so while one part of him really enjoyed being the centre of attention, another part of him ran away. That was part of the beauty of Chester. And he was inspired by a wide range of singers at different points in his life: people like Dave Gahan, James Hetfield, and Freddie Mercury. I would occasionally remind him that he was in that category, but he never agreed with me. He never acknowledged that he was, but in the past few months dozens of artists have reached out publicly and privately, to let us know what an inspiration Chester and the band have been. We’re just so very grateful.
While Chester’s voice made him such a great singer, there was also his willingness to give it everything. Broken bones wouldn’t stop this guy; you couldn’t make him stop. I remember one time in a show in 2007, he snapped his wrist a couple of songs into the set. We told the crowd what had happened and went backstage to figure out what to do next. Somebody said, ‘Okay, go to the hospital Chester, the show’s over.’
‘Fuck that,’ he said. ‘Are you joking? My wrist’s going to be just as broken in two hours as it is now. I might as well finish the show.’
He did too, and that wasn’t the only time that it happened. Chester would hurt himself here and there, but it didn’t matter what it was, he’d still play on. He could be nauseous or throwing up and he’d still play the show. He’d break his ankle and still play. It never stopped him from delivering an A plus performance. Chester whole-heartedly embodied that ‘the show must go on’ mantra.