No one disputes the fact that access to recording capabilities has increased immeasurably since the 1970s or that the Internet has opened many song distribution channels that were unavailable to upcoming artists prior to the 1990s. The influence of the combination of inexpensive recording time and the Internet on the music universe is widespread, but it’s difficult to find an impact greater than the ability of talented singer/songwriters to gain notoriety before reaching their 20s.
Chloe Adele is a good example. Her song “Young Like That” deserves attention outside her home in the Central Highlands Region of Victoria, Australia. Thanks to sites such as Bandcamp and YouTube, it is. Chloe is a 16-year-old singer-songwriter. According to her press materials, Chloe is “influenced by the sound of Indie Rock, she is still trying to craft her own style, experimenting with Alt-Country/Folk fusion.”
And quoting Chloe:
"['Young Like That' w]as written in a response to my father's statement about same-sex relationships as a phase some people go through when you're young like that. I explained it as a struggle of self-identity within oneself and the fear of other perceptions and opinions..."
“Young Like That” by Chloe Adele
Bandcamp: https://chloeadele.bandcamp.com/releases
Lyrics of “Young Like That” by Chloe Adele
She leaves home at 9:03, walking on the concrete
She forgot her coat at home
The wind is cold, the air is thick, the night is slow
Walks past the streets and onto the road
Pack of cigarettes she holds, eyelids painted gold
She wears her favourite party dress
She walks in, takes a seat, takes a breath
Big voices speak too loud in her head
Tears of honey run down her cheeks
But she don’t mind ‘cause it tastes so sweet
She don’t mind at all
She don’t mind at all
She likes the way cars go fast
But don’t we all when we’re young like that
She don’t mind at all
She don’t mind at all
The night doesn’t stop there, red ribbons in her hair
She doesn’t want to walk alone
Broken hearts, beaten lungs, brittle bones
Her mother asks, “Will she come home?”
Her mother asks, “Will she come home?”
Tears of honey run down her cheeks
But she don’t mind ‘cause it tastes so sweet
She don’t mind at all
She don’t mind at all
She likes the way cars go fast
But don’t we all when we’re young like that
She don’t mind at all
She don’t mind at all
Tears of honey run down her cheeks
But she don’t mind ‘cause it tastes so sweet
She don’t mind at all
She don’t mind at all
She likes the way cars go fast
But don’t we all when we’re young like that
She don’t mind at all
She don’t mind at all
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