Since that time, liking JT’s music has been a dirty little secret of mine, but I’ve since gained some respect for the former N*Sync’er. You’ll be teased about it in the morning by your friends, be embarrassed for a while, but ultimately know deep down that it was a hell of a good time. I suppose, in a way, it was like sleeping with the town tramp. I couldn’t help myself, began to dance, and surprisingly, even to myself, knew most of the lyrics. There I was, bowling with a group of friends from work, already weighed down and lightheaded from a few beers, when Justin Timberlake’s “Rock Your Body” began emanating throughout the alley. Is this entire prelude an apology for digging Justin Timberlake? Maybe. So who’s right? My egotism and experience lead me to one choice, but there really is no right or wrong.
Mastodon isn’t selling millions of records, but Disturbed is. Every artist should be judged on a case-by-case basis, and honestly, that decision is entirely personal. For instance, using the above instance of metal, Mastodon is good, Disturbed is not. I’ve come to the conclusion over the past few years that there is no such thing as a bad genre, there’s just music that’s good and music that’s not.
It’s like judging all Americans on the actions of George W. What annoys me most in the world of music listeners is the phrase, “I listen to everything but (insert genre here, usually `popular country’ or `metal’).” Because of a few bad apples in a particular genre, usually the most visible ones, aspersions are cast on the entire bunch, which is downright unfair. I know that’s not the leadoff sentence you’d expect from a review of Justin Timberlake’s new album, but that goes to prove my point.
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