I hardly ever buy CDs these days. There doesn’t seem to be much point since the CD player in the car has been appropriated by the kids, and the only CDs they will authorize are the Harry Potter books. There was a brief period where they let me listen to Alicia Keys, Mariah Carey, and maybe, if I was really lucky, a little Beyonce or Prince (he is, currently, still Prince, isn’t he?), but those days seem to be centuries ago.
So don’t tell them, okay, that this week I snuck out and picked up the latest Justin Timberlake CD, FUTURESEX/LOVESOUNDS. I’d heard good things about it, and Timberlake doesn’t disappoint. He seems to be channeling his inner Prince—very funky, with lots of attitude. It’s so good, in fact, that I think I’ll be sneaking out to get his first CD, JUSTIFIED, wherein I understand he connects with his inner Michael Jackson.
I just hope the kids don’t catch me…