By Odeisel

I had never heard of Avery Sunshine before the homey Fiona Bloom asked me to check her out. I’d be in NY and miss her by a week, I was in ATL and missed her by a couple days, so when we were both in Charlotte, I had to see if she was the good or if I’d heard it all before. Wait that’s Sunshine Anderson.

Her stage show was absent dancers and pyrotechnics and all other distractions that comprise contemporary R&B shows. She sat at her keyboard while manager and right hand man Dana sat to her right with an acoustic guitar, complementing her keyboard and vocal arrangements well.

The show itself was part confessional, part revival and part sleep over. The crowd was overwhelmingly female and Sunshine connected instantly with real talk and connectivity with the things that ring true in her life. HBCU background, church, hard life struggle (but not sob story) with bills and B.S. and, of course, tough relationships. However it wasn’t a misery loves company. Excercise, but a genuine acknowledgement that all relationships take work and none are guaranteed. I can ride with that.

Can she blow? Certainly. She didn’t have much to hide behind and in the thousand seat venue, she may not even have needed a mic. But this wasn’t Jennifer Hudson hammer time with over-singing  it was well-conceived, within her range and solidly executed. They offered earplugs, but I didn’t need any.

If you get a chance and Avery Sunshine is in your neck of the woods, you should take your girl or your wife or some one you trying to get with (this is definitely a female friendly show) and take it in. It’s good music without pretentiousness or finger pointing or pity party politics. Good times man, good times.

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