Behold my most recent YouTube minor obsession, Summer Woods, whom I've been digging into mostly via her Tool covers. I should start by saying that Tool's not a band I have known a lot about, though I've learned a little since falling for Summer's work and am impressed. While they're not something I'm going to spend a lot of time listening to now, just because I don't rock that hard anymore, I can see that they do and are a good deal more serious about making their videos express something than most. And they've sold a bunch of records without appearing to compromise much. I'm sure there's something to hate about them, I just don't have time figuring out what it might be.
One thing you wouldn't immediately think about their songs is that they'd make for good acoustic covers.
Enter Summer Woods, with her bows, barettes, and scrunchies. A cute little rich girl with whom I can imagine conversing lucidly at a reception about the relationship of Anselm Kiefer to Egon Schiele. But reaching deep, she owns this song. It's not a complex song to play, but she plays it perfectly, cleanly, no buzzing frets, no nothing. From way down. "To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive." The irony between how she looks and how she plays is far from accidental. Somewhere down in there, she intimates, in each prim-looking suburban girl, something expansive hides. I love her.
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