Alright, well... here's proof that I don't care what anyone thinks of me.  This isn't my proudest accomplisment in my movie-making career (or life in general), but it's who I was at the time - so there's no need to deny it.  Filmed at around 3 in the morning in the entryway of the Caldwell home, Marcum and I decided it would be interesting to create a video of me dancing around to "Beat It."  Of course, being from the time that it was, the dance gets a little sexual, but this was pretty tame for what we were usually up to back in those days.

   Don't ask.

   So, I'm rubbing everything in the room on my body, and I make a mistake while mouthing the lyrics, but the whole thing falls apart because Marcum ran into something and we both began laughing.  It only worsens as he attempts to quickly backup again, and starts tripping over bottles of water.  We end with Marcum's mom coming in to tell us to keep it down, but I seem to recall that there were other takes of this video - even after we woke her up.  I only have this cut on VHS (not the original), so I can't say for sure, but it's nice to have at least something from that era - most of the things we shot were on my friends' cameras, so I don't have the tapes.

   Thanks for the memories, Michael Jackson.  This video is in tribute to your music.  Doesn't seem like a very worthy tribute, I know, but it's a great memory with an old friend - and it's one that wouldn't have been possible without this song.


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