Where is Yung Baby Tate?
That’s difficult for me to discern on Jan. 24, two nights before the Grammy Awards, where the 23-year-old artist has a Best Rap Album nomination for her work on Dreamville’s Revenge of the Dreamers III album. At this point, the Los Angeles sun has receded into a crisp winter night blanketing the streets and addresses in darkness, so I can’t make out which house is the one Yung Baby Tate’s manager directed me to. Only the lights of cars that traverse the narrow dirt road in this residential area and the faint lights of homes pierce the night.
Tate and I were supposed to do this interview the day before. But by Tate’s own admission, she was submerged in the feels, staring out the window of expelling her grief into a microphone. So, before Tate’s manager’s assistant emerged on the front porch as a beacon of guidance, I had no idea where Tate was physically or mentally. But the moment I crossed the threshold into her Airbnb, Tate made it clear where she was: She was here and she had arrived.