Yule plays the piano at the round corner He doesn't play for money and he doesn't play for art. He plays believing he is making a bitter statement about the black mans burden in a white mans world. When pressed he will snarl at his Danish audience informing them that they are the original South Africans.

When challanged by another street performer who wishes to also work the public courtyard he plays the poor underdog oppressed minority and if pressed further will erupt into thinly veiled threats of violence from a shady group of a black brotherhood he conciders himself part of. I mean for fucks sake. How scary can a piano pushing light jazz musician be?