Idolator

Following mucho viral-style hype (unless you somehow missed the ads blanketing this very Web site last week), last night was Justin Timberlake's "FutureSex LoveShow" on HBO, which was taped at Madison Square Garden in August. We briefly thought about liveblogging it (i.e. about 20 minutes before the show started), but realized we had made the right decision in being lazy drunks when one Idolator turned to another and said "Wow, I'm kinda glad I didn't bother trying to get tickets for this."

Yes, sadly the LoveShow was just NotThatExciting, a neon-lit arena show headlined by possibly the biggest male pop singer on the planet at the moment, a manboy who hasn't quite figured out how to command that stage without resorting occasionally to cheesy Mickey Mouse Club tricks, and a musician whose excitement at being able to show his multi-instrument dexterity sometimes sacrificed the immediacy of his best songs for "stretching out" on his keyboard with double the guitar solos. Still, for those of you who missed it, here's Idolator's post-JT wrap-up. (Is "postblogging" a word yet?)