It’s like he just did aerobics for 2 1/2 hours, remarked my friend LT, as JT finished bringing sexy back to DC on his 20/20 Experience tour stop last night.
Poor guy probably sweated through several Tom Ford suits as he danced, sang, strutted, go-goed, funked, boy banded, popped, sampled, belted, crooned and well, put on a show. I thought the whole thing was exhilarating! Timberlake’s energy was contagious, as the packed-to-the-rafters crowd danced, swayed and tapped with him. I thought it would be a fun show, but this exceeded my expectations.
The staging was typical big concert over-the-top, with techno effects and massive, striking, morphing black and white images in the backdrop. In the second half of the show, the front part of the stage broke away, bringing JT and the show over the heads of the crowd on the floor, across the entire arena to the bar/VIP area and to the far side.
The effect? Almost wherever you were in the lower bowl, JT was moving toward you. In our case, we looked up and there he was.
A note about the crowd. More mixed than I would have thought. There were the teenaged daughters and their moms (and dads), the groups of girls, smatterings of couples, all of a wide age range. There was the lanky 50-something guy in the row ahead of us dancing awkwardly, having a great time. And apparently Nancy Pelosi was in the house as well.
If only JT had played Dick in a Box …