Poor Justin Timberlake can’t win no matter what he does. He very badly wants to be a well-respected actor, but critics won’t let him be great. Audiences don’t much like the idea of heading out to watch JT at their local multiplexes either. So Justin is forced to earn his millions by “acting” through his music, which is such “an elevated idea.” Not to mention his attitude when he stated earlier this year, “My music career hangs over me like a cloud.”
I give JT a hard time on a regular basis, but he really is an incredibly talented musician. The two 20/20 Experience albums are filler crap or what I like to call “Walgreens music,” but I listened to Future Love/Sex Sounds during my last run and remembered how charismatic he used to be. JT was so much fun, you know? Now he’s completely full of himself, and he’s surrounded himself with fellow whiners.
Justin has kept quiet in the wake of last week’s Grammy nominations, but his team is complaining for him. JT earned 7 nods including Best Pop Solo Performance, but he failed to scoop the “big” categories, including Album, Song and Record of the year. Justin’s producer, Rob Knox, and music supervisor, Scott Vener, couldn’t help but vent all over Twitter:
Ugh, these guys. Justin could have told them to chill out or delete their tweets, but no. That hasn’t happened, so I can only assume that they’ve all been bitching together in private. I wish JT understood how fortunate he is. He’s sold more albums (2.3 million) than any other artist this year! JT needs to realize that he can’t win all of the awards all the time. Especially since he doesn’t even want to be a musician.