Our last grownup outing for the summer was a Justin Timberlake concert. Now, for the record hubby and I aren’t usually into the stylings of “JT” as the younguns call him. But we got the opportunity to hang out in the VIP suite. Couldn’t pass that up. Great catering, by the way. I hadn’t done that in a while, but the councert but the OU in LOUD. WHEW. Oh, my goodness. The light show was really nice and I left with a new respect for Justin Timberlake as a musician. Am I buying his music? Well, it takes a lot for me to purchase an artists music. I won’t say never. Just not right now.
I liked the opening act, Good Charlotte. They were a bit crude, but I liked some of their music. Not enough to part with change over it, but enough to applaud their set. My husband looked at me and lamented, “I don’t know you any more.” LOL.
I did not understand why parents were taking their kids to see JT uncensored. I mean there is no way I would have attended this concert with any of the kids at age 18, much less around the young teenybopper ages that I saw hanging out waiting for the concert to begin. I guess that kids are more sophisticated now, but I don’t think they are mentally mature enough to attend a concert called the future love sex sounds show or the future sex love songs show? LOL. What do I know? Other than the fact that my kids won’t be going to see no future love sex anything when we get to the tempest that can be the teenage years.
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