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When she's not helping me catch a minute of R&R, my gal Amy can be found over at PopGurls.com. Here's what she sent me about our boy J.T.:
Justin was shut out of the major categories but scored 2 Grammys (Best Dance Recording, Best Rap/Sung Collaboration), one each to match how many times he took center stage tonight.
His first time out was for "What Goes Around…Comes Around" -- the 10 min ScarJo sexed up video that premiered earlier on MTV. In a pre-recorded intro, his scruffy self talked about how he had considered it "the best song he'd written so far" -- and that it was about "a friend's experience." [Ed. note: You know, like that "friend" you have with the little problem falling for total drama queens? Justin is totally that friend.]
I'd buy his b.s. if it wasn't just another variation on "Cry Me a River," both musically and lyrically. [Ed. note: And visually. The lack of stalker hoodie around ScarJo doesn't make him less creepy.] Maybe it's not about the Britster -- maybe -- but he should really give the "heartbroken boy done wrong by cheating girl" genre a break for a bit. [Ed. note: Ahem, obviously he should try to widen his potential dating pool a bit! Done wrong by cheating boy? So much more interesting!]
That said, he really did rock the performance -- personally banging out every note on an upright piano and setting the stage for a run at Best R&B album next year. Clad in a light blue shirt and grey suit sans jacket, this is when the boy shows that he has the chops and is more than just a pretty boy who can dance real well. Then the rock guitarist came out and I can't imagine that there were many people left in their chairs.
But that's also when things got weird. For the second part of the song, Justin got up and grabbed a handheld camera with an angle -- like ones on The Amazing Race contestant hardhats. Justin might be a pretty boy, but that camera did him no favors. Especially when it came to his squinty eyes and his nose. I know it was the angle and lighting, but I felt like I was on a third-rate meth-induced "Blair Witch" knockoff. He's not quite ready for this kind of close up.
Toward the end of the show, the much-touted My Grammy Moment winner was finally announced. Robyn Troup took the stage and they went into a nice, slow rendition of "Ain't No Sunshine" which gave way to Timberlake's own "My Love." And you have to give the girl her props -- even with all the rehearsing she must have done -- Troup more than held her own with singing, all sassed out when T.I. joined them on stage. It was a little less smooth in the dancing department -- almost as if you could see her counting her steps and relying on the same two moves during improv time. Not that I could do any better by ANY means, but when you're next such a natural like Timberlake (I mean, he is. You can't deny it), it just makes it a little glaring when you're not up to par.
He hugged her when they were done, and I'm sure Troup was shaking like a leaf but Timberlake was all cute and proud in his schoolboy black and white suit and white sneakers. Then they left so that Justin could again not win something on camera -- it's all good though, because it really was The Dixie Chicks' night.
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