"Philosophical" waxing that inevitably follows a viewing of "This Is It"

So I might be in that half-drunken state that usually follows a movie theater movie, particularly when accompanied by Eric J, but I am feeling some serious MJ love right now. For as long as I can remember, I've been aware of Michael's music. One of my first memories is from when I was about 4 (the age of my oldest son right now-don't get me started on the idea that he might not remember any of his life thus far), wearing my '80's girl outfit and rocking out to Kids Incorporated. Even though "Beat It" was sung by "the kid", it struck a nerve. I still have a grainy VHS that includes, among other things, uncut versions of "Thriller" and "Beat It" with the original commercials. I don't watch it often, much like the Kids Incorporated tape, fearful the tape will snap and I won't be able to repair it. Everyone loves at least one MJ song-my fave is "The Way You Make Me Feel", and I know my husband has that one from Free Willy on his "emo mix" CD. Perhaps tomorrow I'll put on my History DVD and see what my boys think. I wonder where my sequined glove disappeared to...