"When you grow up, your heart dies."
John Hughes is dead.
I was born in 1970. John Hughes' films were an integral part of my teenage years. When I came home from work this evening the first thing I did was watch the last 15 minutes of Pretty in Pink, where Andie makes the dress and goes to the prom anyway. I sat there choking back tears and thinking how Hughes' passing affects me 1000 times more than Michael Jackson's.
I hadn't planned on posting another single yet, but it seems appropriate to go ahead and post Shellshock.
Thank you, John. You taught me so much, and all these years later your films still move me in a way few others can.