I’LL BE GONE by LINKIN PARK. Letter by to Chester by NT McQueen
I heard about the end in July 2017, only a few months after Chris Cornell took his life, and a part of my youth seemed to die with you.
I heard about the end in July 2017, only a few months after Chris Cornell took his life, and a part of my youth seemed to die with you.
Itās a rhythm one could argue is difficult to not slow dance to and, in the sun and in love, I lifted her hand into mine and we danced together.
Each near-miss is a reminder that I wouldnāt be so lucky next time. It does make me sad my friends are aging, though we learned all too well that age has little to do with mortality.
My brand-new iPod was my companion as I let New York take me in. And because I was writing my love letter to the city like my own personal movie, it needed a soundtrack.
At 15, I could throw off the school uniform and fire up the mixtape and be transported to somewhere un-suburban and fun. Until, of course, it was time for dinner. Or Home and Away was about to begin.
It was a big deal in my heart when my brother responded enthusiastically to my studiously low key suggestion that he and I form a scratch band to play at the St Andrews Festival in 2007.
This song goes off like a nail bomb. It carries, not an earworm, but an ear leech, that latches on and will not be silenced.