# Tuesday’s Talent – Bertell

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- Published: 2011-08-30T20:31:29-04:00
- Author: EAN

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â€œI asked my mom to drop me off at the Greyhound station. I called her three days
later and she was like â€˜Whatâ€™s this weird number in my caller ID?â€™ I said,
â€˜Mom, Iâ€™m in New Jersey.â€™ So I talked to her for about twenty minutes, trying
to sound excited. Then I hung up and thought, â€˜Damn, now what am I gonna do?â€
™ I had nowhere to stayâ”€ no family, no friends, nothing in New Jersey. I slept
in Newark Penn Station for four days. Then I had to figure out as a man what I was
doing with my life.â€

Thereâ€™s not many who would venture so boldly into the unknown. But Houstonâ€™s
Bertell Young, Capitol Recordsâ€™ rising R&B voice, has a habit of navigating unchartered
territory. A veteran of six, count â€˜em six, high schools around Houston, Bertell
is no stranger to instability. Prior to that, heâ€™d split his childhood between
Melville, Louisiana and the Longhorn State. Hotly recruited for his hoop game, Bertell
was the toast of Texas, winning the state championship his senior year. He then 
enrolled at Howard College in West Texas on a basketball scholarship. It was there
that his musical muse, sparked by an impromptu grade school ditty about a classmateâ
€™s runny nose, matured.

During dinner each day, Bertell would man the cafeteriaâ€™s piano and entertain 
his peers. Response was positive, and powerful. â€œOne of my friends, an athlete
on the baseball team, told me, â€˜You have a real gift from God. If you donâ€™t 
make it to the NBA you should definitely try to make it as a singer.â€™ That really
struck me because Iâ€™d never really considered music anything more than something
I enjoyed and just happened to be good at. His words changed all that,â€ Bertell
recounts. Heâ€™s being modest: all of his musical ability, from singing to writing
to playing the piano, is self-taught. Well, save the one song Bertell asked his 
church pianist to teach him. From there, in keeping with his lifeâ€™s theme, Bertell
was on his own.

A basketball scholarship lured Bertell from his familiar Texan haunts to Newark,
New Jersey. Though a timing snafus sank that first offer, resulting in his stay 
at Penn Station, Bertell seized on a tryout against the teamâ€™s roster. â€œI ended
up killing everyone they had trying to guard me,â€ Bertell grins. â€œI was given
a scholarship and the coach actually kicked somebody out of an apartment so I could
have his room,â€ he guffaws. Never doubt a man whoâ€™s spending his nights in a
train station.

As it turned out, Bertellâ€™s new basketball coach in the Garden State had more 
to offer than mere Xs and Os. He was in fact a longtime friend of Royal Bayyan, 
the man who helped shape the career of epic writer/producer/performer Teddy Riley.
The coach arranged for Bertell to visit Bayyanâ€™s studio on weekends. There Bertell
met Chauncey Hannibal of Blackstreet and other luminaries who lobbied him to drop
the basketball and pick up the microphone. â€œI was given an ultimatum,â€ Bertell
recalls. â€œGo to school for one more year or move to Atlanta to do music fulltime.
At that point it was a wrap.â€

Unfortunately, Atlanta didnâ€™t pan out. Bertell returned to Houston literally and
figuratively hungry. â€œGrowing up in Houston taught me a lot about hustle, but 
Jersey had taught me a lot about trying to get that money,â€ Bertell reports. â
€œI was selling everything I could to survive. I was involved in a bit of street
life, but I was determined to get away from that since once you start, youâ€™re 
on a time clock. One day I almost got really caught up. It was a sobering moment.
I couldâ€™ve been gone, one way or the other, and not here to make music, talk to
anyone, whatever. I dropped it right then.â€ Bertell shifted to something not only
safer, but also better served to his future plans. He began pressing up his own 
mixtapes, his voice over rap beats, and selling them. â€œI think the first time 
I did it I made $150 in a single day,â€ he laughs. â€œI was like, â€œMan, this 
isnâ€™t bad!â€ Beyond that, Bertell stripped himself of anything that would interfere
with his musical goals. He slept in his truck to maximize getting his music out 
to the streets. â€œLet me be clear about this,â€ he states emphatically. â€œI was
homeless by choice. I donâ€™t want to capitalize on anyone elseâ€™s story by claiming
to be anything I wasnâ€™t. I couldâ€™ve stayed with my mother or friends, but I 
chose this path, to force myself to make only good decisions from then on out.â€
Thereâ€™s that boldly-going streak again.

As it turned out, fate looked kindly on Bertellâ€™s indomitable spirit. He took 
a job with his uncleâ€™s moving company and one day was sent to the home of Joel
Staib, an executive at the Houston-based energy company Dynegy. Pausing from packing
boxes and loading trucks, Bertell sat down to the piano as if Staibâ€™s living room
was the Howard College cafeteria. Staibâ€™s ears perked up at the spectacle and 
he was summarily impressed. He agreed to finance Bertellâ€™s dreams and would do
so for several years. To this day, Bertell credits Staib with catalyzing his career.

Revitalized, Bertell returned to the Tri-State area. Unfortunately, his good karma
had faded; he hooked up with an ill-fated management company that, while Bertell
had gone home briefly to visit family, disappeared in his absence. Bertell was left
with nothing to his name save the contents of his backpack. Inspiration and optimism
faded, and he returned to Houston. But in that darkest of hours, a swath of sunlight
cut through in the form of Grammy-winning songwriter, producer, and Houston native
Bryan-Michael Cox (Mariah Carey, Usher, Mary J. Blige, Whitney Houston, Chris Brown,
Fergie). The man known as B. Cox had heard Bertellâ€™s hit with the Dem Franchize
Boyz, â€œShorty What That Do.â€
 â€œWhen I met Bryan-Michael Cox, I thought he 
was a new producer,â€ Bertell half-sighs, half-grimaces. â€œI didnâ€™t truly figure
out everything heâ€™d done until I Googled him about a year and a half later and
he had this long list of songs that Iâ€™d grown up on. I was blown. He was like,
â€˜You been with me all this time and you didnâ€™t know everything Iâ€™d done?!â
€™ Heâ€™s on Billboardâ€™s top 10 list for producers of the decade, and Iâ€™m sitting
here thinking heâ€™s new. We laugh about that to this day.â€ Initially, B. Cox 
set about managing Bertell, but that arrangement went awry. Instead, the two agreed
to work side-by-side. Bertell signed to Capitol Records via a joint venture between
Coxâ€™s production house Blackbaby Entertainment and Bertellâ€™s own Upscale Music
Group. Thus, the wheels were set in motion for Bertellâ€™s debut; in the meantime,
he opened for prominent acts such as R. Kelly, Bobby Valentino, Trey Songz, Scarface,
and [Bun B](http://ticketmaster.evyy.net/c/4256257/264167/4272?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ticketmaster.com%2Fbun-b-tickets%2Fartist%2F1018364)
of UGK.

Fast forward to early 2010 and the verge of Bertellâ€™s debut album, Goin Hard. 
The groundwork laid by scalding street single â€œShe Badâ€ featuring Bun B, Bertell
now drops â€œBeat it Up,â€ the albumâ€™s first official single. A mid-tempo heater
that flaunts Bertellâ€™s unique vocal tone and his knack for keen writing, â€œBeat
it Upâ€ was produced by his partners at Upscale Music, T.A. and Kwasi. Full of 
indiscreet and improbable scenarios â€“sex while driving, sex in the clubâ€”â€œBeat
it Upâ€ is a no-holds barred noisemaker. Elsewhere, look for the full-throated 
titular track, as well as â€œIâ€™m Trying.â€ â€œâ€˜Iâ€™m Tryingâ€ is the first
song I did,â€ Bertell notes. â€œIt identifies my album and made me focus on the
direction I wanted to go as an artist. It relates the culture of Houston. In Houston,
weâ€™re all fighting for the same thing, but weâ€™re not fighting together. The 
sad part is that the fight is for one person to win, not for everybody to win. But
that difficulty in the city gives Houston its energy and explains why many people
come out of it so proudly.â€

Another standout is â€œOpen.â€ â€œâ€˜Openâ€™ is my David Ruffin [the Temptations]
or Marvin Gaye moment,â€ Bertell asserts proudly, and people will hear that if 
they compare it to something old and classic.â€ The mention of credibility sends
Bertell into a frenzy, vehemently nodding his head about something he prides himself
on: â€œMusic is sold off of believability, so thereâ€™s only so many songs someone
else can write for you, unless youâ€™re Whitney Houston, that you can sing as your
own and sound credible and real. I think people need to get back to writing. Even
if someone writes a hit for you, if you donâ€™t know how to deliver the emotion 
that went into writing it, thatâ€™s a failed mission.â€

â€œAnd I think that accounts for what people perceive as a down period in music,
â€ he continues. â€œThis is the perfect time for me to step in since so many people
are negative about it. If I come in and go platinum then itâ€™s not a downtime in
music, thereâ€™s no recession. It just means that whatâ€™s been lacking is the effort
in making good music.â€ That isnâ€™t Bertell feeling himself, thatâ€™s his adversity-
honed hustle speaking: â€œThis whole experience has made me strong, and confident.
But thereâ€™s always somebody who can do the same job, ready to step into my shoes.
You humble yourself to God, not people, because He can always put someone else in
your position to do your job, perhaps even better than you can.â€ With the epic
groundswell Bertell is about to unleash with Goin Hard, trying to top Bertell is
going to be a Goliathan task.
