The 1994 Freddy Krueger meta-spin-off film, in which Sam played himself in a televised interaction with actor Heather Langenkamp, was a core memory of mine since the tender age of 10. Sam could have easily rolled his eyes or said “thank you” before quickly conversing with a more interesting guest. Instead, he roared with his signature cackle before sharing a surprisingly poignant thought: “You know what I thought during that movie? Same thing now when interviewing legends: ‘I’m not supposed to be here, but that’s not going to stop me from having the best fucking time.’”
I never considered the profound effect that moment would have on me, shaping my approach to journalism. You don’t think these things until it’s too late. I wish I had told Sam that story.
Serving alongside Rubin on the board of directors was an honor. That same killer journalistic instinct he brought to interviews shone through in every meeting as he probed and sought clarity with follow-up questions. His quest for understanding made him an effective leader and a passionate advocate for improving everything, not because it was a hot trend but because he genuinely cared. That can be rare in this .
Today, the sun in Hollywood shines a little less brightly, and the red carpets will be less joyful without Sam’s radiant presence in the future. His legacy as a pioneering figure and a true lover of and the arts will forever light up our memories. We have lost a media icon, a genuine friend and a beacon of human connection.
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