If you'd told me that I would soon tear up over a new Linkin Park song, I would have laughed, walked away, uttered some expletives and never spoken to you again.
But then Chris Cornell died and everything changed.
I really wanted to hate Linkin Park's new album. Truth be told, I already hated it before I'd listened to it. As a 90s kid who jumped around to Hybrid Theory, and angsted out to Meteora, I wanted to dump on One More Light's complete u-turn, one that sees Chester Bennington and co spending most of their seventh album pretending Katy Perry, Taylor Swift and Twenty One Pilots have always been their contemporaries.
I wanted to fire up over its cringeworthy lyrics on Heavy, a schmaltzy ballad that has zero sign of the snark or bite Linkin Park are known for. I wanted to write about how Invisible and Battle Symphony and Sorry For Now are full of stupid chirpy electronic samples and sound like something from that god-awful recent Chainsmokers album.