Fred Woods - "The Pond". A song like the snap of frost, or the whole sheet of a lake going suddenly ice. Woods takes up so little space with his voice, guitar, a simple drum kit. And then just as you are meditating on this little, on this empty quiet, horns lift up like aftermath, like consequence. When a sunbeam lands on snow it is like the snow reverses, rising up into cloudless sky, undoing itself. This music is undone cold, freeze & thaw. Folk music as sharp as pines.

And I think to myself: Every wilderness is unwilded by our presence. It is tamed by our seeing it. You are less alone when you say the words, and someone hears.

[buy / video / Fred Woods plays tonight at Casa with Technical Kidman and You Yourself & I - $5]

(photograph is of Nikola Tesla and his coils)