Justin Timberlake's Priceless Miami Aftershow: A 50-Photo Recap
Justin Timberlake and the Tennessee Kids.
Photo by Jacob Katel
Exclusive aftershow with the new king of pop on South Beach ... Priceless.
Over the weekend, Justin Timberlake celebrated the end of his Legends of the Summer tour with Jay Z by playing a 3 a.m. Mastercard-sponsored JT & The Tennessee Kids set at the Fillmore Miami Beach for hundreds of his biggest fans.
Whoever was there got a historic musical experience. And we got the pictures.
The rules were simple. Anything you say, do, look like, think, and possibly feel became the infinite property of Mastercard. And might end up on TV!
The first fan we encountered showed up at the front door to the Fillmore at 12:30 a.m., ticket in hand, rocking her JSTN hat and sideboob Tupac-Biggie shirt. She was ready for action.
There were ladies there. Lots of them.
An amazing number of girls showed up on foot, in cabs, limos, Range Rovers, and Lamborghinis.
They arrived in pairs, in packs, and ready to party.
This guy was like, 'Status update: So many titttaaayys.' (he didn't actually say that)
By 1:41a.m. the floor of he Fillmore was wet with anticipation
The front rows were packed, the body heat creating a lusty steam of sex and alcohol, and maybe a joint or two. Just sayin', people were excited to be there.
Upstairs was, like, slower to fill up.
The floor was like, "Upstairs who?"
Meanwhile, a mysterious DJ played all the hits of the '80s, the '90s, and today, and got huge reactions for his DJ Uncle Al Miami booty-shaking tribute, and Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Nice work, DJ, nice work.
But as the minutes ticked by, everybody was all, "Where. Is. Justin?"
And the big screens were all, "Keep calm, people, watch these tweets while you wait. Mastercard!"
And this guy was all, "I am so frickin' ready, dude. This is gonna be awesome!"
And upstairs was all, "We are calmly anticipating this concert entertainment with genuine but restrained excitement."
And downstairs was all, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon'."
And then at 2:18 a.m., the big screens switched their displays...
And then at 2:33 a.m., the lights came on, a fog filled the stage, the curtains came up, and out of the shadows rose Timberlake, and cellphonia exploded.
This wasn't gonna be no five-minute, low-energy solo promo either. JT had a 15- or maybe 16-piece band with him, including horns, synths, keys, bass, guitars, backup singers, the works.
He was alive with the focus and chops of a guy who just played the last stadium of his tour with Jay Z and made a million bucks a show for 14 shows.
He is as good as Sam Cooke.
And he was ready to show out.
The band was hype too. The Tennessee Kids play their ass off.
Did you know the guy plays guitar too?
And then for half a microsecond, he stopped in his tracks, looked out over the audience, and was like, 'Whoa, I'm rich, people like me, Mastercard is the shit!' (he didn't actually say that)
He was as entertained by entertaining as the entertainees were by the entertainment.
And the music washed over the people like the tides of the Atlantic on the sands of South Beach.
And then he was all, 'Raaaawwwwwrrr, mothafuckas, are you ready to dance!?'
And his backup singers were all....'Born ready. Aaand you know this!'
Then he put down his guitar, adjusted his hat ...
Looked right at somebody ...
And kept right on going.
And that was the end of the first song. All the photographers got kicked out, and the show went on without us. Don't know what happened next, but one thing is for sure. That motherfucker can sure sing and dance.
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