My Original Spark

Chester Bennington's gravelly scream Was to me, at one point, a melodic dream Somewhere down the road I couldn't face the pain That or my ears wore out under the strain And who could forget that DJ who brought to life That Asian stereotype? When Mr. Hahn's hands were in sight You really had faith the song would turn out right I couldn't stay hardcore - the time had come to sit I took detours listening to how others sing But I never took any shame in it Cause I knew for a fact that exploration was their thing Yeah, Linkin Park Was my original spark And once kindled it was never the same Before I knew it the whole house was aflame Though difficult to believe - reading what I write now This group irrevocably affected my life somehow I now scan for stories in a rapper's rant 'Twas Shinoda that taught me that... NOTE: I realize, after posting this, that not everyone will know who Linkin Park is (or have heard the name before and just isn't a fan of that style of music). But I think everyone can relate to being inspired by some sort of celebrity. Whether they're a singer, author, painter or whatever.