After weeks of exhaustive, introspective, and otherwise enlightening research, I have arrived at a final conclusion regarding the 'art' of Justin Timberlake.
There are three Justin Timberlakes per each song he makes.
1) The whiny, high pitched, pseudo-Michael Jackson Justin Timberlake that closely resembles a 2-year old infant who has recently had his candy viciously ripped away from him.
2) The soft, look-into-your-eyes-and-vomit, wannabe-Boyz2Men voice that for all reasons and stereotype aside, a white man will never be able to pull off.
3) This one is my favorite. It is the shriekishly falsetto randomness that interspurses the songs with no warning - see: "I just wanna love you, baby". It resembles a raven from an Edgar Allen Poe poem, or perhaps a diseased pigeon from a Hitchcock movie.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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