TJ Evans is coming out of the gate with something fierce. With a passion for rock and roll, R&B, funk, and blues, TJ has fused together her own kind of rock. Tall, with a mop of curly black hair, a knitted necktie, and visible tattoos, you hardly know what to expect from her when she picks up her guitar and gets on stage. After catching a recent performance, I can tell you what to expect. Expect to be stunned. Expect to try to mentally match the mysterious face with the passionate and almost gritty, yet soothing voice you are hearing. Expect to be, at times, caressed or nearly pinned to the wall with the richness and power of her vocal delivery. Expect to wonder why there is no one like her already out there. A refreshing aspect of TJ Evans’ lyrics is that they completely ignore the likes of bling, status, and other such topics she deemed as nonsense. What I heard from her were words of wisdom. Of Choices. Of pain. I would challenge any listener, better yet, anyone who has lived in this life, to not identify with what TJ is telling us. Off stage, I noticed that TJ seems quiet and doesn’t say a whole lot, and now I know why. Her music has already said it all.