I have to admit after “Charlene” made radio everywhere I was praying and hoping that Anthony’s blues could go away for a while.

But in my inhibition to listen to Anthony Hamilton, I was missing out. Hamilton is Southern Comfort, strong in taste, but with a twist of lime the perfect beginning to an introspective evening.

It’s nice to know that the R&B scene is not left up to the youngsters or older gentlemen trying to maintain their youth. Anthony Hamilton proves that love can be mature, and that yes, it hurts.

The Point of It All explores the intricacies of being/falling in love while surviving. A survival that illustrates that when you are in love a separate world is created between you and your lover. However, you must still enter the matrix. At this point, you hear the news and “pray for a savior.”

Anthony Hamilton sounds like a man instead of hormone driven, bare-chested teenage boy. He knows how rhythm and blues resonates when there are shared bank accounts, when once singular thoughts turn into “we” and selfless declarations.

Hamilton makes throwing away your pride the point of it all with tracks like “Hard to Breathe,” “Her Heart,” “The Day We Met,” and “Fallin’ in Love.” He professes that “if I had my way, I’d spend my life with you falling in love.”

His music is just the thing for the older crowd as well as for the freshly suited men and women of the world trading in their Nikes for Stacy Adams and BCBG pumps.

The Point of It All has a spiritual redeeming tone. It shows this generation that religion and R&B it fused correctly belongs together. Hamilton sings and illustrates how life is sometimes is gospel. Marvin Gaye will always be standing origin of real music. That Duke Ellington’s “Come Sunday” sung by Mahalia Jackson plays every Sunday for a reason. Such leaps of faith lead to tracks like “Soul’s On Fire” and “Fine Again.”

After hearing “Do You Feel Me?” from American Gangster in 2007, I knew whatever was next from this brother would be phenomenal. All I can say is Anthony please stay.