In March of 2003, my cousin took me to see my first small-theater concert. Technically, he was my cousin’s husband, and he was the coolest. He lived in Brooklyn, played in a band, and had a massive CD collection he would let me borrow from whenever I would visit. He introduced me to a ton of music over the years, music that he grew up with like Radiohead (via Kid A-era concert bootlegs), Soundgarden, Led Zeppelin, Miles Davis, and Phish, although that last one didn’t stick. On this night, however, it was my turn to introduce him to my favorite band: Linkin Park.