The Showbox was built for Estelle. Long before she sprung up from near obscurity (London) early last year, designers and architects pieced together a venue for a showstopper. From the instant that Estelle took the stage, her energy filled the room and the result was undeniable.
Microphone in hand, Estelle transformed from singer to comedian to talk show host, and back again. I stood in awe or should I say danced my ass off in awe, thinking, 'Optimus Prime, ain't got shit on her'.
She transitioned each song with a laundry list of empowering pearls of wisdom that came as a result of douche bag men doing douche bag-like things. From her hurry up and bone already anthem, "Cover Over" to " No Substitute Love" inspired by her experiences with commitment resistant men, Estelle is easily the realest R&B/soul singer that I've seen on stage in a while.
Maybe it was her swagger, that glowing confidence that comes from knowing that you are the shit, but last night it was about Estelle's voice, lyrically, vocally, and mentally. She has a brain folks, and after last night's performance it is easy to see why she is a star.
The conversational tone of her act made you feel like you were kicking it with Estelle, or that she would love to move to Seattle, pick daises in Volunteer Park, and go shopping with you. Ok, maybe not that much.
Not only was I immensely entertained, but I also got schooled. The things Estelle taught me include but are not limited to the dangers of international exchange rates, essentially make sure you don't get paid in a currency that is worth less than your own currency (dollars and pounds).
Also when it comes to getting even it might not be wise to pull a Jasmine Sullivan.
An ingenuous idea crooned out at the top of the show, " Don't fuck up his shit, it will hurt you too, write a song, and put it on You Tube".