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1 1960s
presidential
monogram
4 Gremlins and
Pacers
8 Lands’ End rival
14 World Cup cry
15 Naked
16 Cross-
referencing
phrase
17 Potato __: 61-
Across dish
19 Items in a 59-
Across lit for 61-
Across
20 Novelist Ferber
21 Key with four
sharps
23 Wife of Jacob
24 Fervor
25 Rebecca of
“Risky Business”
27 Relaxed
condition
29 “¿__ pasa?”
32 One lacking
manners
34 Cowboy boot
attachments
36 Pack in cartons
37 Traditional 61-
Across surprise,
aptly boxed, and
spelled with the
only four letters
of the alphabet
that don’t appear
elsewhere in this
grid
38 Range dividing
Europe and Asia
39 “You gotta be
kidding”
40 Rx items
41 Coffee server
42 Long-finned
tunas
49 Nash priest, not
beast
50 Roughly
54 Make __ dash for
57 Expired
58 Contented
sounds
59 61-Across
centerpiece
61 Two-millennia-old
tradition that
begins at sunset
tonight
63 Football rushing
plays
64 Greek love god
65 December 24,
e.g.
66 Figured (out)
67 Suffix with
ransom
68 Org. with narcs
DOWN
1 Pop icon Jennifer
2 Razor insert
3 Barbara Bush’s
twin sister
4 Legal org.
5 Manage
somehow
6 Sweet liqueurs
7 Bagel seed
8 Finds out
9 Actor Cariou
10 In a shoddy way
11 She, in Paree
12 On an ocean liner
13 Quick snack
16 Music for a film
18 Hardhearted
22 Actor Voight
26 Take for granted
28 Annie, notably
29 Campus hangout
30 Addresses
beginning with
“http://”
31 Letter before tee
32 Dutch South
African
33 Plow-pulling
team
35 Washing
machine cycle
36 Mormon sch.
43 University
founder Stanford
44 Malaise, with
“the”
45 Swiss peak
46 Kidney-shaped
nut
47 1998 Masters
champ Mark
48 Philadelphia
suburb
49 Smells
51 Gathered
leaves
52 Trim whiskers
53 Actor Milo
54 Home of Iowa
State
55 Diner handout
56 Added
stipulations
60 Regret
62 “__ as directed”
By Bruce Haight
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1/12/17
12/12/17
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Arts
The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com
“I consider us now and forever
underground rappers. Fuck the
industry.”
These words belong to rapper
Young
Ville,
an
18-year-old
from
Philadelphia
and
half
of the underground rap duo,
the Yellowboyz. He and his
counterpart, Tee, have united
around past struggles — including
stretches of homelessness — to
develop a passionate drive for
respect within the music world
and an energetic sound to match.
And they record their music right
in the University’s backyard in
Ypsilanti.
The story of the Yellowboyz
begins
with
the
members’
humble
roots.
When
asked
about his origins, Young Ville
explained that he picked up a
knack for wordplay at an early
age, writing stories and poems to
cope with surrounding familial
turmoil. Eventually, he decided
to couple this passion with his
natural love for music, taking
inspiration from artists like J.
Cole, Jay Z, 2Pac, Meek Mill
and Eminem. This marriage of
lyricism and skillful influence is
evident in Young Ville’s verses;
the flow and attack with which
he delivers his smooth rhymes
are ear-perking. It was not until
he lost some important people,
about which he didn’t go into
detail, that he decided to take
his talents seriously and pursue
music as a career.
“We’re in this for the long
haul,” he said.
Tee experienced a similar
start, and explained to the Daily
his especially inspirational story
in detail: From ages 10 to 19, Tee
and his family were evicted from
eight different homes due to his
mother’s drug abuse. After high
school, he moved in with Young
Ville only to eventually move out
and live homelessly, sleeping on
any floor he could find for two
months. After moving in with the
Yellowboyz’s current manager,
Tee
established
a
positive
mindset and drive to turn his
struggles into success, stating,
“I don’t ever want to live like
that [again].” Similarly to Young
Ville, Tee decided to combine his
influences, namely Denzel Curry,
with his past and use music as an
outlet to share and cope with his
experiences.
With these beginnings, the
Yellowboyz framed their content
and sound. Lyrically, the duo
raps about their struggles with
lines like: “Can’t take bites so
we hit licks / My whole life has
been like this / Making livings
off them scripts / Cold cuts every
day we dream / Demons make
you pay your fee.” Sonically,
the rappers, with the help of
a few third-party producers,
put together undeniably hype
beats (see: “shit that kills”) that,
when coupled with Young Ville’s
impressive flow and Tee’s wholly
unique and gritty voice, make for
music that deserves more than
its meager average of a thousand
plays on SoundCloud.
This is not underground rap
like Chance the Rapper before
Coloring
Book.
This
is
not
underground rap like Kendrick
Lamar before good kid, M.A.A.D.
city. This is legitimate, little-
known,
one-of-a-kind,
local
underground — The Yellowboyz
are exemplifying the side of
music most of us never see or
hear, and they’re doing it just 10
miles away.
MIKE WATKINS
Daily Arts Writer
Michigan Underground:
Yellow boyz are the future
Ypsilanti duo Young Ville and Tee make music like no one else
When I was in sixth grade, I
was living in an apartment with
my mom and younger brother
in Baton Rouge, LA. I had never
been anywhere so hot. We drove
the Penske down from Indiana
ourselves — by which I mean my
mother did it herself, while my
brother and I read books in the
front seat — and stood baking
under an August sun for hours
after we got there, taking turns
dragging boxes of our belongings
up a flight of stairs.
I didn’t like Louisiana for most
of the time we were there. It was
the longest I’d ever been that
far away from my dad, and from
Indiana. I missed watching the
trees change color with the seasons
and disappear under layers of
snow. There were no trees around
the cluster of apartments where
we lived; there was a long, straight
road, some yellow fields on the
other side of a fence and railroad
tracks close enough to drown out
conversations. There were no
seasons, either. The heat was made
worse by the fact that my school
required navy blue uniforms —
another first for me.
Of course, a lot of my discomfort
— in fact, probably all of it — was
your
typical
new-kid-at-school
bullshit. I was new to this at the
time, so it felt like a huge deal.
I didn’t have any friends, didn’t
know anybody, etc. There were
some changes that I thought
were weird and interesting — like
the fact that some of my classes
were taught in trailers, and that
the milk in the cafeteria came in
plastic baggies instead of cartons,
neither of which had been the case
at my old school — and some that
I found downright annoying, like
the fact that I’d get into trouble if
I didn’t add “ma’am” or “sir” after
everything I said. Above all was
probably just the fact that I was a
kid, and I missed home.
So the bottom line is, going to
school those first few months gave
me kind of a sick feeling. The bus
came at six, so I’d wake up at 5:20 in
the pitch black and change into my
uniform. I’d get into the passenger
seat of my mom’s black Jeep, and
she’d drive me to the entrance of
the apartment complex, where
we’d sit together and wait for the
bus to come. It was too early in the
morning for any real conversation.
Mostly we just sat, waited and
watched the sun come up together.
And we listened to The Beatles.
I’d listened to The Beatles
before, of course, but mostly
here and there — they came up
on shuffle, found their way into
various mixtapes. But this was
every day, this was a ritual. My
mom had the 1 compilation album,
the one with a red background and
a patchy yellow number one on it,
featuring 27 of the band’s number
one hit singles from 1962 to 1970.
I don’t remember how it became
such a pattern; I just remember
that every day, this was all I felt
like listening to. More often than
not, we listened to it from the
beginning in order, meaning that
we’d always get through the same
three or four songs before the bus
would come and I’d have to leave.
Even now, that’s what I think
of when I think of “Love Me Do.”
Even now, every time I hear the
ending chord of “From Me to
You,” I’m absolutely certain that
the drums of “She Loves You” are
about to kick in, even though it
takes me a moment to remember
why.
Music is something that people
are passionate about, and for every
person, I believe this passion can
be traced back to a unique root.
It comes from somewhere — it’s
not just that it’s music and that
it’s good, it’s that it’s a factor that
often colors the way that we view
our own lives. For me, the root was
this: climbing onto a bus in the
morning with the nonstop action of
“She Loves You” still pounding in
my head and in my heart, tapping
my foot to the remembered chorus
of “Ticket to Ride” on the way to
school.
I didn’t put this all together until
much later, but looking back, it all
seems really simple. It’s like how
I love Taylor Swift because my
friend and I spent middle school
constantly rocking out to her first
three albums, and even though I
moved twice to Florida and twice
came back, the music never went
anywhere. When I came back to
find we had forgotten crucial parts
of each other, we could put on
Speak Now and bake some cookies
or something, letting Swift’s lyrics
become the soundtrack to us slowly
finding our way back to each other.
I still smile when I hear a 5 Seconds
of Summer song because going to a
5 Seconds of Summer concert, even
though I only knew about one and
a half of their songs at the time, was
the last thing I did with my friends
my senior year of high school.
What’s more is that knowing
this about myself helps me see it
in other people, too. Once, when
I was living in Florida, I went to
Winter Jam with a friend of mine
— not because I was Christian or
knew the music, but because my
friend wouldn’t stop talking about
how badly she wanted me to hear
TobyMac and Jason Castro. She
was so excited, and I wanted to see
that happiness in action, I wanted
to share that with her. So I went,
and we jumped up and down to
Christian music for a night, and it’s
still one of my favorite things I ever
did with her.
With music, I think, it’s easy
to get caught up in the aspects of
it that are the most upfront. Who
the artists are, what they look like,
where they’re from. The quality of
the lyrics, the genre of the music.
This all makes sense, and for the
most part, it is a lot of what I base
my taste in music on.
So when people ask me what my
favorite band is, I always say The
Beatles. It’s an easy answer because
it’s an accessible one, and if people
ever ask me why them, I usually
give an answer that’s excited, yes,
but restrained. I like them because
they’re classic, because they’re
catchy, because they did so much
for music and were so important,
because they’ve got enough variety
that I’m always in the mood for at
least one song.
And all of this is true. But when
you get right down to it, I also
believe that there are a lot of bands
that are classic. There are lot of
bands that are catchy, that have
impacted music, etc. The fact is
that there aren’t a lot of bands that
made me feel at home the first time
I moved away from Indiana. There
aren’t a lot of bands that make me
feel at home, every time I hear
them, even now.
When I look back on Louisiana
now, I don’t look back on a time
that was largely unhappy. I
don’t look back on a time that
was largely happy, either — it
was some sort of mix of both,
like every year. I did make good
friends there; I also had my first
experience duct-taping all of my
windows and evacuating before a
hurricane. I finished writing my
first book, and witnessed my first
cafeteria fistfights and had my first
awkward relationship with a boy.
I missed all of my friends and my
life in Indiana, but I also ended up
finding a life that I liked in Baton
Rouge. When I went home the
following year, I returned with
a
strange
feeling
somewhere
between happiness at the thought
of coming back, and a new ache at
having to leave Louisiana.
Between sixth grade and my
freshman year of college, I would
move in total seven times, and a
certain part of this feeling never
really went away. But it’s a feeling
I love, and it’s a feeling that, for me,
has always gone along with good
music. I don’t think any year of
one’s life can be exclusively good or
exclusively bad, and I don’t think
that’s how music works, either. I
can tell you whatever I want about
why I love The Beatles more than
any other band — I could tell you
it’s because they’re a great success
story, or because they’re influential.
I could tell you I like Taylor Swift
because she’s a talented songwriter
and businesswoman, or that I like 5
Seconds of Summer because there’s
something
honestly
exciting
hidden beneath their kitschy boy-
band exterior (actually, I’d be hard-
pressed admitting that I like 5
Seconds of Summer to anyone, but
for argument’s sake).
But ask me again someplace
quieter. Someplace where I have
enough space to explain myself,
and where I feel like you might
actually be listening. The fact is
that I love music because it’s one big
story that I already know I’ll never
know all of. I love it because it’s tied
in so inextricably with experience,
and because that means it can help
you learn really important things
about other people. And because no
masterpiece of a song by itself will
ever mean quite the same thing
to me as it does to sit somewhere
and just listen to it, right in that
place, right in that moment, with
somebody.
Louisiana and The Beatles
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