In the End, Hybrid Theory (2000)
I can’t say for sure if this was the first Linkin Park song I learnt because I have vague recollections of birthday parties where the ability to balance and shyly twerk on a microscopic fold of newspaper were tested with young teens screaming the lyrics of Bleed It Out till next door neighbours were forced to warn worried parents of their kids’ sanskari quotient. This was the time when growing up meant rebellion at every step and Linkin Park was there all along, giving words and tunes to barely formed thoughts. This was the song I would listen on repeat on a now ancient iPod classic while walking my pet during an afternoon break the summer before board examinations. So that if random aunties stopped me to ask how my studies were going I would nod, smiling mentally at their ignorance of the futility of it all. Years later, this would be the song that became a foundation for memorable conversations with strangers, the bridge from a land of pretensions and youthful arrogance that define university to a more humble acknowledgement of the melodies that felt like the soundtrack to what had been the start of what felt like a new life to an innocent ten,eleven year old. Linkin Park on burnt CDs and precious IPoDs; at late night parties and at the dawn of my twenties; the lyrics for an adolescent age exported a few years ahead to cement nostalgia and oh so many relationships. How can I honestly say then that in the end, it doesn’t even matter?
The Little Things Give You Away, Minutes to Midnight (2007)
While, admittedly not a huge fan of Linkin Park, I’ve recognized the impact they had on the Indian teens, and many days were spent on sing alongs to LP songs. Minutes to Midnight was their first album that I’ve listened to in full, and would recommend the 6 and half minute closing track, full of anthemic moments.