I was doing dishes this past Tuesday and, as is a prerequisite, I was listening to some music. This particular evening I had surveyed my CD collection and selected Hybrid Theory, Linkin Park's groundbreaking album from '00. Mind you, I hadn't listened to this album in its entirety for at least the better part of a decade, and, I assure you, the nostalgia was strong. I have never been a huge Linkin Park fan, but I own a couple of their albums and I have always liked them. I suppose they're one of those bands you don't quite realize just how many of their songs you know and love. So when I heard that Chester Bennington had passed , I was saddened. I was more than saddened; to my surprise, I was truly mournful. Chester, as he was often simply known, had a unique voice, the type of voice that became synonymous with a musical era and formed the soundtrack to so many of our adolescent adventures. Moreover, he was still creating good music and touring the world. Li