Normally the death of celebs and artists don't have too heavy of an impact on me, even those that I like or even love. But everyonce in a while someone does really hit me, especially when it is a surprise. Today we lost John Hughes, a man responsible for endless hours of entertainment through repeated viewings of his films throughout my youth on afternoons and sleepovers. From Aunt Edna to "Bueller..." to "Those AREN'T PILLOWS!!!" he really helped to shape a decade and a generation of people.
The man became his own genre, something very few are able to achieve. What else can I say beyond watch anything he touched.
The video below, a recent song by M83, would've remained an homage for sometime, but now becomes a tribute.