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So Thursday night I went to go see the 20/20 Experience World Tour at TD Garden, in Boston. What's that, you say? You went to go see this show twice? You bet your sweet ass I did. JUSTIN FOREVER.
In any case, I got there a little late, and/or he started a little early, so I missed the first two songs and arrived during "Don't Hold the Wall". I found my row easily enough, and pushed my way through it trying to find my seat, but it was dark, and the people in the row weren't making any claims to any free spaces. So I found me a nice older gentleman ticket-taker, and he went through with his flashlight and checked the tickets of about half the row, and made them move in for me. As Caitlin put it, all's fair in love and Timberlake. I didn't spend five hours on a bus so I could stand in the aisle like a sucker. This all happened during "FutureSex/LoveSound".
From there, the setlist was the same:
"Like I Love You"
"Let Me Talk to You Prelude"/"My Love"
"TKO"
"Summer Love"
"LoveStoned"
"End of Time"
and closing the first act with "Cry Me A River". Around "Summer Love", he did a bit of audience banter, and told us all about not the last time he was in Boston, but the time before that, 2007 for the FutureSex/LoveShow. OH RIGHT, THE SHOW I WAS TOTALLY AT, YEAH. He told us about how he'd had a day off and had gone drinking and woke up the next morning remembering nothing. Alone. And we all scoffed at the 'alone' and he was like, "Yeah, I'm lying." Oh, Justin. Remember the days were you weren't a boring married person? Those halcyon days of strange bar sex.
He was also like, "It's cold as fuck. I apologize, but there's no other word to describe the level of coldness in Boston, Massachusetts. I woke up this morning and there was sunshine, but it was like... it's like dangling sex in front of me, you know? And then being like, 'I don't feel like it.'" (No one believes for a second that that has ever happened to you.)
Now should be the point where I mention that my seats were dead center in the back, second section up, so not nosebleed. But center meant I actually got to SEE the stage this time, and all of the weird background videos he'd made for himself, 90% of which were clearly his answer to Bond opening credits. Is it weird that I was starting to get a little turned on by his shadowy disembodied head singing about bullets during "Only When I Walk Away"? Probably.
Then it was: "Drink You Away", "Tunnel Vision", "Senorita".
THEN IT HAPPENED, JESUS FUCK. "Let the Groove Get In" and the stage came up and came to the back and GUESS WHO WAS IN THE BACK IT WAS ME. I was still only in the second section but I have never been so close to JT in my life, I could see his face without needing a freaking jumbo screen and I swear I nearly started crying because holy fucking shit ahhhhhhhhhh. This was about the point where Caitlin just started texting me pictures of early 2000s Justin, and Lena just texted, "Are you at the concert? IS THERE A SMOKE MACHINE??"
And then it was "That Girl", "Heartbreak Hotel", "Not a Bad Thing", "Human Nature", "What Goes Around...", which was still slow and minimalist and fucking gorgeous and awesome, and sped up again with "...Comes Around Interlude", "Cabaret", and then he left me and "Take Back the Night" took him back to the stage. Then "Jungle Boogie"/"Murder". Then "Poison" which was still fucking glorious. "Suit & Tie". Bitches who stole my seat and then I stole it back started to leave and I'm like, have you never heard of an encore, don't you realize he hasn't done "SexyBack". And then he was like "Do you want it? Say please." And of course we said please because we will beg if he tells us to, and he did "SexyBack" and it was amazing and "Mirrors" and I might have almost cried again, because it was awesome and we were all united in our awesomeness and his awesomeness and I bought a t-shirt. Then I started to follow the drunkees out, because fucking everyone in Boston seems to be drunk all the time, bless their stupid little hearts, and I swear to fuck I stepped out the front doors and there were people dancing to a fucking drum circle. ILU, Boston, don't ever change.
In any case, I got there a little late, and/or he started a little early, so I missed the first two songs and arrived during "Don't Hold the Wall". I found my row easily enough, and pushed my way through it trying to find my seat, but it was dark, and the people in the row weren't making any claims to any free spaces. So I found me a nice older gentleman ticket-taker, and he went through with his flashlight and checked the tickets of about half the row, and made them move in for me. As Caitlin put it, all's fair in love and Timberlake. I didn't spend five hours on a bus so I could stand in the aisle like a sucker. This all happened during "FutureSex/LoveSound".
From there, the setlist was the same:
"Like I Love You"
"Let Me Talk to You Prelude"/"My Love"
"TKO"
"Summer Love"
"LoveStoned"
"End of Time"
and closing the first act with "Cry Me A River". Around "Summer Love", he did a bit of audience banter, and told us all about not the last time he was in Boston, but the time before that, 2007 for the FutureSex/LoveShow. OH RIGHT, THE SHOW I WAS TOTALLY AT, YEAH. He told us about how he'd had a day off and had gone drinking and woke up the next morning remembering nothing. Alone. And we all scoffed at the 'alone' and he was like, "Yeah, I'm lying." Oh, Justin. Remember the days were you weren't a boring married person? Those halcyon days of strange bar sex.
He was also like, "It's cold as fuck. I apologize, but there's no other word to describe the level of coldness in Boston, Massachusetts. I woke up this morning and there was sunshine, but it was like... it's like dangling sex in front of me, you know? And then being like, 'I don't feel like it.'" (No one believes for a second that that has ever happened to you.)
Now should be the point where I mention that my seats were dead center in the back, second section up, so not nosebleed. But center meant I actually got to SEE the stage this time, and all of the weird background videos he'd made for himself, 90% of which were clearly his answer to Bond opening credits. Is it weird that I was starting to get a little turned on by his shadowy disembodied head singing about bullets during "Only When I Walk Away"? Probably.
Then it was: "Drink You Away", "Tunnel Vision", "Senorita".
THEN IT HAPPENED, JESUS FUCK. "Let the Groove Get In" and the stage came up and came to the back and GUESS WHO WAS IN THE BACK IT WAS ME. I was still only in the second section but I have never been so close to JT in my life, I could see his face without needing a freaking jumbo screen and I swear I nearly started crying because holy fucking shit ahhhhhhhhhh. This was about the point where Caitlin just started texting me pictures of early 2000s Justin, and Lena just texted, "Are you at the concert? IS THERE A SMOKE MACHINE??"
And then it was "That Girl", "Heartbreak Hotel", "Not a Bad Thing", "Human Nature", "What Goes Around...", which was still slow and minimalist and fucking gorgeous and awesome, and sped up again with "...Comes Around Interlude", "Cabaret", and then he left me and "Take Back the Night" took him back to the stage. Then "Jungle Boogie"/"Murder". Then "Poison" which was still fucking glorious. "Suit & Tie". Bitches who stole my seat and then I stole it back started to leave and I'm like, have you never heard of an encore, don't you realize he hasn't done "SexyBack". And then he was like "Do you want it? Say please." And of course we said please because we will beg if he tells us to, and he did "SexyBack" and it was amazing and "Mirrors" and I might have almost cried again, because it was awesome and we were all united in our awesomeness and his awesomeness and I bought a t-shirt. Then I started to follow the drunkees out, because fucking everyone in Boston seems to be drunk all the time, bless their stupid little hearts, and I swear to fuck I stepped out the front doors and there were people dancing to a fucking drum circle. ILU, Boston, don't ever change.