I remember going to see Sixteen Candles in the theater. I was half the age of the protagonist, and the upstanding Christian woman who took myself, my brother and her daughter to see the film was mortified. It was rated PG and Samantha said "fucking." To say that John Hughes informed my youth is an understatement. His films were some kind of wonderful and will never be recreated.
An alumnus of a Cornish College of the Arts and a Martha Graham dancer I first became aware of Cunningham along with the work of Maya Deren. He illuminated the intersection of video and dance. He will long be remembered.
My world wouldn't be the same if it weren't for people like Mel Cheren. His love for music, as translated through the music of West End Records, has moved me body, heart, and mind. I recently got to see a documentary about Mel and his seminal label. He was a pioneer in many respects--he opened one of the preeminent discos of the disco era and he donated a residence so that Gay Men's Health Crisis could have headquarters.
If people can dance together, they can live together.