After last week’s shoutout to Fleetwood Mac, it seems only right to do the same for JT.
Justin Timberlake also performed in Portland, two nights before Fleetwood Mac, and put on a show worthy of his superstar status. The first 70 minutes were “a messy whirl,” according to David Greenwald, The Oregonian’s music critic, but he came on strong in the second set and “delivered his adoring crowd a royal treatment.” (Read the review here.)
I’m hardly in the sweet spot when it comes to Timberlake’s target demographic, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate his many talents. Far more than a musician, he’s a performer. He sings, dances, composes, and on top of it all, he acts. He’s funny as hell on SNL and he’s played serious roles, too, in movies such as “The Social Network” and “Inside Llewyn Davis.”.
Because he’s so talented and so recognizable, the poor guy can barely go out in public. I remember reading about that in Esquire a few years ago, when the writer Chris Jones accompanied JT to a Comic-Con convention in San Diego, dressed up as Ernie (JT) and Bert (Jones).
Such a memorable lead to the article, published in the October 2011 issue:
Justin Timberlake and I are standing in our underwear in his hotel suite. He’s wearing white boxers and a wifebeater. I’m wearing plaid boxers and back hair. We met maybe two minutes ago.
“I can’t believe how quickly you got my pants off,” I say.
“It’s a gift,” he says.
Here’s to one of the most magnetic performers of our time.