When I was 14 (yes, in 2002 I was FOURTEEN, aren’t I a youngling? etc) I fancied the cargo pants off of Justin Timberlake. Or at least I thought I did. When you’re that age, to go against the grain celebrity crush-wise wasn’t worth the effort. So even though Mr Timberlake resembled a pubescent werewolf I went along with my friends and chirped about how fit he was, “espesh in the Rock Your Body vid“.
But I genuinely adored Justified. And really, what’s not to love? The lyrics were the perfect mix of romance and lust for a decidedly chaste bunch of teen girls. You could dance to it, but I often fell asleep to it – I would put the CD on repeat just before I climbed into and forget to turn it off.
Consequently this album reminds me of bedtime. When I listen to it I should remember composing complicated steps to Like I Love You and analysing the metaphors in Take It From Here with my BFF. Despite listening to Justified for the best part of 2002, I don’t associate the tracks with a particular person or event. Instead I get that lovely feeling when your mind is at the edge of sleep and all is right with the world.
Because at the age of 14, what the hell did I have to worry about?
Psst – wondering why I’m blogging about music all of a sudden? It’s all explained here.