Justin Timberlake’s new album, “Man of the Woods,” is an absolute grand slam.
I fired this album up on my way to work this morning, and I’m rather glad that I did. First off, I woke up nursing one hell of a nice hangover. The alcohol was flowing freely last night. It turns out that Timberlake singing is a better cure than my Advil.
The moment the music hit my ears I was transported to a different world. The whole album is majestic. How does this dude just do it time and time again? I hardly believe it’s real at this point. Nobody should be having this much success at anything.
As I’ve already pointed out in previous articles, this whole album can be interpreted as a massive middle finger to Hollywood and the entertainment industry. The vast majority of the industry is focused on flash, glitz and glamour. Timberlake named his album “Man of the Woods.” It’s the exact opposite of that garbage.
I wasn’t even sure where I was located when I listen to this album. Was I back home in the Wisconsin countryside? Was I in Montana, over in Big Sky country? Was I in a flannel getting ready to chop some wood? Was there a shotgun in my hand ready to do some hunting? Nope. Just in the swamp of Washington D.C., but I couldn’t even tell. This album transports you to a more beautiful and simpler time.
I also took a moment to check out some of the music videos attached to this album. They’re all incredible, and his wife Jessica Biel is looking particularly fine in the “Man of the Woods” video.
Props to Justin Timberlake. The man is an entertainment machine, and I have no idea how he consistently knocks it out of the park. He’s just on a different planet.
PS: Timberlake and myself both have country roots and have spent substantial time in Montana. I’m not saying we’re cut from the same cloth of success. I’m simply stating two facts. Interpret them however you want.