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"Keep your time, keep your mind, keep it humble," read the lyrics of folk-pop artist Noah Kahan's debut hit "Young Blood." Kahan released the track in January of this year and in the few months between then and now, it has accumulated close to 4 million plays on Spotify. The three step mantra mentioned throughout the song serves as a guide for Kahan's listeners as well as himself. Still finding his way in the world of music, he finds it important to keep himself grounded and to find a balance within his art by reassuring himself through his music.

During his visit to the Baeble Office, Noah laid down a stripped acoustic version of "Young Blood," and a few other tracks with just his guitar and soulful vocals. Between songs, he let us into his thought process while writing - and this isn't to say the motions he goes through to sit down with a pen and craft a hit, but rather the more emotional aspects of writing that aren't often seen. By putting his worries and regrets on display, Noah Kahan draws people in on a deeper level. With only four tracks available for streaming and no word of an upcoming album, he's already amassed upwards of a million monthly listeners, and here's how: he's relatable and honest. His music tells a story and leaves everyone wanting to know what happens next. Get a glimpse into Kahan's story and see how he presents it to his audience in our session with him.

Transcript

I'm just a sailor swimming backwards I'm just a fish out in the sea
I'm just a preacher in the graveyard follow me
I'm just a liar who got lucky I ain't no different from the rest
I might be jaded and delusional, but at least I found a home inside my head
And this is for all those dreams I believed in
This is for all those doubts in my mind
And this is the poor wild world that we live in
I won't let anyone so wrong tell me what's right
I'll be just fine I'll be just fine
I miss the permanence of failure I miss the honesty of pain
So I guess it's just the world we'll
have to blame
And this is for all those dreams I believed in
This is for all those doubts in my mind
And this is the poor wild world that we live in
I won't let anyone so wrong tell me what's right
I'll be just fine I'll be just fine
I'll be just fine I'll be just fine
Point your fingers like a gun
Fine, which is kind of just a song I wrote to reassure myself, again, about the path I was on, which is kind of the theme of a lot of the songs that I've written this past year and a half, just a way to tell myself I'll be okay, even though things can seem turbulent, and figuring out a way to find balance.
I'd say just the challenges are, just kind of figuring out how to balance being creative while also being consistent at the same time because what I used to do is just write whenever I was feeling like writing and I'd always come out with something great and I kind of had to learn to adapt to writing all the time and figuring out how to make myself write even when I don't feel like doing it and come out with a consistent product that I enjoyed and other people enjoyed as well.
Also, the choice to go live in L.
A.
, Nashville, and New York to be a musician instead of going to a four-year college, which is what all my friends did.
So, there are times when I wish I had done both.
I've been playing music since I was probably eight or nine years old.
I picked up a guitar when I was 10 and just started writing songs since then.
I listened to a lot of my mom's iPod, so that was a lot of Paul Simon and Counting Crows-type stuff and Bright Eyes and singer-songwriter stuff with introspective lyrics and stuff like that inspired me.
Oh, she hates to say goodbye So she only says goodnight
When she goes, she stops to look behind and I'll sink
Oh, she sleeps with one eye closed So she can tell when she's alone
Oh, no Each summer comes and goes
But I'll sink
Oh, she's the sunset in the west Oh, she is sleep when I need rest
And though this ship can be saved yet Oh, for you, I would never sink again
Oh, she promises to write I know it's harder if she tries
So I have grown to tell myself a lie And I'll sink
Time slows to let me talk alone High hopes, they don't last me very long
Winding roads, they never seem to stop, so I'll sink
Oh, she's the sunset in the west Oh, she is sleep when I need rest
And though this ship can be saved yet Oh, for you, I would never sink again
No, I would never sink again No, I would never sink again
No, I would never sink again No, for you, I would never sink again
No, for you, I would never sink again
Oh, she's the path in which I trip Oh, she's the shiver up my neck
Oh, she's the blood rush to my head
And oh, for you, I would never sink again
And oh, for you, I would never sink again
Don't fear, don't fear the warnings They're bitterer than most
Four years of driving across the country for empty seats
So I'm from a small town called Strafford, Vermont.
It's a town of about a thousand people, kind of in the border of Vermont, New Hampshire, and it's a lot of farmland and I live on a big 100-acre tree farm, so a lot of empty space and stuff to explore.
It was great.
I mean, it has its drawbacks like any place.
It's super-open.
There's a lot of space to run around, and as a kid, that was great.
And we have ponds and dogs and tons of space to do stuff, but super, super-lonely, isolating, kind of far away from civilization.
So it can get a little The Shining-esque sometimes.
Yeah, I think that a lot of the music I write has an aspect of isolation and kind of a yearning or loneliness in it.
I wrote the song Young Blood when I had been in Vermont for a few months over the winter and was kind of trapped at my house due to a snowstorm and so I think that played a huge part in my songwriting and how I see the world.
Oh, dear, oh, dear, I'm sorry that you grew up so soon
A cold year and no high school parties I've been drinking alone
Oh, I've been drinking alone
So don't fear, don't fear the warnings They're bitterer than most
Four years of driving across the country for empty seats at their shows
And they've been drinking alone
So keep your time, keep your mind, keep humble
Start your life in the middle of the jungle
You, young, young blood
Rub your eyes, be surprised, keep hungry
Stay alive, try to lose all of your money
You, young, young blood You, young, young blood
Young blood
So when you're mad for no reason at everything at once
And when you start overthinking I'll be drinking at home
Oh, I'll be drinking at home
So keep your time, keep your mind, keep humble
Start your life in the middle of the jungle
You, young, young blood
Rub your eyes, be surprised, and keep hungry
Stay alive, try to lose all of your money
You, young, young blood
You, young, young blood Young blood
And if you want, I could tell the truth, that this life takes a toll on you
I spend nights stitching up the loose threads in my soul
In the morning, I'm bulletproof
And if you want, I could tell the truth, that this life takes a toll on you
And I spend nights stitching up the loose threads in my soul
In the morning, I'm bulletproof In the morning, I'm bulletproof
So keep your time, keep your mind, keep humble
Start your life in the middle of the jungle
You, young, young blood
Rub your eyes, be surprised, just keep hungry
Stay alive, try to lose all of your money
You, young, young blood
You, young, young blood You, young, young blood
Young blood

Artist Bio

From the rural solitude of the quiet town of Strafford, VT (Population: 1000), Noah Kahan discovered his penchant for songwriting early on. Long, cold winters in the Vermont backcountry were spent honing his craft in the rolling hills of his familys 133
acre tree farm. This serene location provided the backdrop for countless adventures that ranged from typical boyhood antics to the more rebellious teenage exploration. The older that Noah got, the more he began to feel the pull of adulthood clash with the
familiarity of his adolescence. Drawing heavily from these experiences, Noahs songs
are laced with a youthful wisdom; nostalgia and whimsy taking a back seat to honesty and wit. He meets this conflict head on by acknowledging the loneliness of this new
phase of his life coupled with his desire to stay true to himself. Noahs writing reflects the all too universal feeling of being lost in ones own backyard and foreshadows the
excitement that comes with a leap into the unknown.
Now 20 years old, Noah once again finds himself deviating from the norm. As he follows a dream as old as he can remember, his childhood friends are choosing majors and preparing for more conventional careers. No stranger to feeling lost or isolated, he now chooses to embrace the uncertainty as fuel. The lyrics to his debut single Young Blood read as a letter of encouragement and advice to himself as he embarks on this
new adventure. He reminds himself to be surprised, keep hungry. Throughout
unexpected challenges and new revelations, Noah is staying true to his nature; questioning everything and enjoying the ride.

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