Beth Wood

Beth Wood

 
Eugene, Oregon, USA
SoloAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Beth Wood is a modern troubadour and a believer in the power of song. Her exceptional musicianship, crafty songwriting, powerful voice, and commanding stage presence have been winning over American audiences for fifteen years. Beth's music is soulful, organic, intelligent, barefoot, high-energy communication of joy.

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Biography

Beth Wood is a modern-day troubadour and believer in the power of song. Her exceptional musicianship, crafty songwriting, and commanding stage presence have been winning over American audiences for sixteen years. Beths music is soulful, organic, intelligent, barefoot, high-energy communication of joy.

Beth began her musical journey in Lubbock, a high plains Texas town with a uniquely rich musical heritage that includes Buddy Holly, Natalie and Lloyd Maines, Mac Davis, and Joe Ely to name a few. When she wasnt dodging tornados and dust storms, Beth was studying classical piano, violin, harp, and voice and contemplating the greatness of her Dads record collection. With big dreams of becoming a musician, Beth left west Texas to study voice and piano at Brevard College in North Carolina. A detour from her classical studies led her to Austin, where she picked up a degree in literature and a guitar. Beth began writing her own songs and quickly discovered a feeling of musical freedom that she has been hooked on ever since. Sixteen years, thousands of shows, nine albums, three cars, and numerous awards later, Beth has never looked back.

The Weather Inside, Beths eighth studio release, is a case study in contrast. A coming-of-age statement record from a veteran artist, Beths latest work embraces strength and tenderness, the polished and the well-worn, the broken and the hopeful heart. Produced by Billy Crockett at Blue Rock Studio in Wimberley, TX, The Weather Inside delves deep into Beths creative reserves and delivers a strong collection of songs and performances to remember.

Beth has been featured on OPBs Artbeat and on Troubadour, TX, a nationally syndicated documentary-style singer-songwriter reality television series airing in almost 40 million households and 140 U.S. markets. Beth has also been a three-time featured artist on Cayamo: A Journey Through Song, a week-long Caribbean songwriters cruise along with Lyle Lovett, Shawn Colvin, John Prine, Patty Griffin, Emmylou Harris, Richard Thompson and many more.

In May, 2013, Beth launched her Song of the Month Club, an innovative way to engage fans and offer a steady stream of new work recorded in her adopted home town of Eugene, OR with rising star producer and singer-songwriter Tyler Fortier producing. Beth and her husband Marty live nestled among the tall trees on a hill and are loving the Northwest life. Beth has immersed herself in the northwest music scene, including working on staff with the Sisters Folk Festival and Americana Song Academy for three years as an instructor and host of the Sunday Community Celebration.

"A superb singer/songwriter whose versatility discourages labeling."  -Fort Worth Star-Telegram

"Beth Wood is a musical triple-threat a thoughtful songwriter and talented multi-instrumentalist with a supple, soulful voice."  --Washington Post

"Wood is about as good as it gets if you appreciate the singer/songwriter genre."  -Charlotte Creative Loafing

"Lord have mercy. Wood is a down-home, old-fashioned girl with a wicked streak."  -Indie-music.com

"When you come across a recording like Beth Wood's "The Weather Inside" you take note and recognize that this is the work of a genuine artist with a remarkable voice determined to make meaningful and lasting art." -Lone Star Music Magazine

AWARDS... 
Winner - 2006 Sisters Folk Festival Dave Carter Memorial Songwriting Contest 
Winner - Kerrville Folk Festival 2005 Songwriting Contest
Winner - 2nd Place - Rocky Mountain Folks Festival 2005 Songwriters Contest
Winner - Wildflower Festival 2004 Songwriting Contest
Finalist - 2007 Telluride Troubadour Contest
Winner - Top 20 Acoustic/Folk Category - 2006 Unisong International Songwriting Contest
Honorable Mention - 2006 Mountain Stage Newsong Contest
Honorable Mention - 2005 Billboard World Song Contest
Campus Activities Magazine Coffeehouse Entertainer of the Year
Campus Activities Magazine Club Performer of the Year
Campus Activities Magazine Contemporary Music Artist of the Year Finalist

FESTIVALS...Music Midtown (Atlanta, GA)
Bele Chere Festival (Asheville, NC)
SXSW (Austin, TX)
Rocky Mountain Folks Festival (Lyons, CO)
Mandarin Folk Festival (Jacksonville, FL) 
North Texas New Music Festival (Dallas, TX)
Kerrville Folk Festival (Kerrville, TX)
Sisters Folk Festival (Sisters, OR)
Atlanta Dogwood Festival
Tucson Folk Festival
Riverbend Festival (Chattanooga, TN) 
Wildflower Festival (Richardson, TX)
Buddy Holly Music Festival and Symposium (Lubbock, TX)

BOOKING:
Renee Gebhardt
Mountain Time Booking
406-587-9318 (Mountain Time)
mtntimerenee@msn.com

Lyrics

Doing This Dance

Written By: Beth Wood

There's a crazy old rooster crowing all night long
He thinks he’s hot stuff but his clocks are all wrong
Ain’t it just like me, baby, I do the same thing to you
On and on and on about my feelings until your face turns blue

Here we go, watch us now,
tiptoe around the room
Stepping in, stepping out,
Laugh out loud, howl at the moon

Doin’ this dance all of my life with you
Feels like I’m doin’ this dance all of my life with you
All my life, all my life with you

Sometimes you come to a place you can’t get across
Full of broken glass and barbed-wire and your compass is lost
Ain’t it just like you, baby, you wave from the other side
But I know you’ll jump back over if I just bide my time

Here we go, watch us now,
Shuffling across the floor
Holding loose, holding tight
Running, coming back for more

Doin’ this dance all of my life with you
Feels like I’m doin’ this dance all of my life with you
All my life, all my life with you

Sometimes we fall
But baby, don’t we all?
We pick each other up and we go on
We may have four left feet
But when we meet,
Lord what a song!

Here we go, watch us now
Twirling, spinning through the air
Turn around, close my eyes
Falling back on a dare…

Doin’ this dance all of my life with you
Feels like I’m doin’ this dance all of my life with you
All my life, all my life with you

Everything Falls Away

Written By: Beth Wood

It’s 3 a.m., I hear your call
Pulling me out of my slumber
I don’t know where you are, it don’t matter at all
‘Cause baby, you’ve got my number

And every time I hear your voice
Everything falls…
Everything falls, everything falls
Everything falls away

Now I feel like a fake ‘cause I’m losing my faith
Holding on to those old doubts
But you shook me awake and you showed me the strength
And you reminded me how

That every time I hear your voice
Everything falls…
Everything falls, everything falls
Everything falls away

Every nightmare, every tear
Falls away when I can hear
The sound of your voice whispering in my ear

Everything falls…
Everything falls, everything falls
Everything falls away

It’s 3 a.m., I hear your call
Pulling me out of my slumber
I don’t know where you are, it don’t matter at all
‘Cause baby, you’ve got my number

The Weather Inside

Written By: Beth Wood

She scoops the little girl up
In her arms
Wraps her in trust
When everything’s wrong
You can see this little house shaking
From down the block some days
So they stand on the corner waiting
For the city bus to drive them away

From the weather inside this house
The weather inside
They’ve got to find some place to ride it out

It was half a world away
Not yet twenty one
Haircut and a shave
New boots and a gun
A tender heart will harden
That’s what everybody knows
But they don’t tell you killing don’t make a man
It only makes a ghost

And the weather inside this house
The weather inside
He’s got to find some way to ride it out

There’s a faded old map with tear-stained pages,
And an old photograph on the kitchen table
Of a wide-eyed girl who thought a brave soldier would save her

She thinks of leaving
Now and again
But the wheel of seasons
Continues to spin
And for all of the darkening clouds
There have been days of warming sun
She remembers when they made those vows
Never to be undone
By the weather inside this house
The weather inside
They’ve got to find some way to ride it out

The weather inside this house
The weather inside
They’ve got to find some way to ride it out
Together inside this house

The weather inside this house

Coyote Prayer

Written By: Beth Wood


I see you, lone coyote
looking for scraps in these bare suburban fields
pencil-thin with silver eyes of empty
this spirit-hungry city at your heels

grey ghost in the moonlight
slipping in between the dust-worn sage
I close my eyes, you fade into the night
talisman from a long-ago age

Won’t you take me
to the ridgeline
Where you sing your ancient song
And wash me in your water,
wash me in your water
Until I belong

Vulture, take your offering
On the thermals riding high, come on down
No apology tucked in your dark wing
Silent as the blood run on the ground

Won’t you take me
to the cliff face
On the shoulder of your arid song
And wash me in your water, wash me in your water
Until I belong

I belong to the mountain, I belong to the sun
I see you, lone coyote, you belong to no one
I belong to the plains, I belong to the sea
When I cannot find my home, I am the lone coyote

Wont’ you take me
to the shadows
where your brothers found communion in a song
And wash me in your water, wash me in your water
Until I belong

Funeral Day

Written By: Beth Wood

We were laughing, it was funeral day
I guess it might seem strange that we’d behave that way
It was just our bodies craving levity,
my grief a heavy blanket weighing down on me
So we laughed until the sun went down
trading stories, passing the bottle around
recalling all the good times we had
It didn’t seem so sad

It all started at the parlor doors
Cousin Henry’s kid tripped on an extension chord
We busted out, what else could we do?
Hell, I knew that you were up there crackin’ up, too
So we laughed until the preacher came in
then we settled down and we listened to him
staring at your photograph
It didn’t seem so sad

Well we got some dirty looks from the old blue-hair crowd
but with all due respect, I think we did you proud
by laughing out loud

Some days I miss you, years have gone by
There’s a tiny hole in my heart but I can’t bear to cry
You brought me joy, joy to everyone
and it’s just a simple story, we’re here and then we’re gone

So I laugh remembering that day
How we carried on and how it washed our tears away
I’m smiling and I’m looking back
It doesn’t seem so sad

Beachcomber's Daughter

Written By: Beth Wood

where the ocean meets the land
he walks beside the water
he is a solitary man
and I am the beachcomber’s daughter

he comes here day after day
collects his washed-up treasures
who am I to say
what should give a man his simple pleasures?

our cup, it surely overflows
but he never has learned to let any of this go
and if I’m cataloguing memories,
well that’s just the old beachcomber in me

his mama died when he was a baby
they barely had enough to get by
he was raised by the neighborhood ladies
they did what they could for a motherless child

and he led his company to war
where the general sent them to slaughter
he won’t speak of that no more
and I am the wounded soldier’s daughter

our cup, it surely overflows
but he never has learned to let any of that go
and if I’m running from my memories,
well that’s just the wounded soldier in me

we carry our history
it’s in our blood and it’s in our bones
some may remain a mystery
but we carry it because it’s our own

where the ocean meets the land,
terns and pelicans skim the water
there walks a solitary man
and I am the beachcomber’s daughter

Little Hands

Written By: Beth Wood

Little hands…
Made these clothes that we are wearing
If we are really bearing up to truth
Money’s talking
But I am tired of listening
It’s a rusted out system, just look around for proof

And this message is brought to you
By one who knows not what to do
So many things I’ll never understand
I’ve got my big plans
And little hands

Little hands…
I hold mine up to my father’s
It makes them seem much smaller even though they’re made the same
Oh, my mother
The way she holds hers open
Give her anything that’s broken, she can make it whole again

And I’m just wondering about the little things
And what they all add up to mean
The sum of which I may never understand
We’ve all got big plans
And little hands

And all of these pretty plans that we make
They are all pretty for pretty’s sake
But who knows what the world will make of us all?
Every one of us so small

Little hands…
On all the clocks they keep moving
All these moments we are losing if we pay them no mind
It’s a mixed-up world
But I will never stop trying
The meaning is underlying and the mission to be kind

And this message is brought to you
By one who knows not what to do
So many things I’ll never understand
I’ve got my big plans
And little hands
We do the best we can
With little hands

Suitcases

Written By: Beth Wood

I wrestled with my restless
but my restless had already won
I defended my defenses
but my defenses were already gone, already gone

and I wonder, baby, if all my broken places
did they weaken our embraces?
you just laughed and carried my suitcases

I sat down with my silence
but I could not be still enough
I ran from my distance
but this distance has called my bluff, called my bluff

and I wonder, baby, if time will always chase us
with its sweeping paintbrush that erases?
you just smiled and carried my suitcases

you won’t lose your bad memories
until someone comes and loves them away
so you learn to carry them gently
until you can set them down someday

I emptied out my empty
and I filled it up with release
I sorrowed for my sorrow
and it finally gave me peace, gave me peace

and I want to tell you, baby, with all the sweetness that we’ve tasted
and the healing hands of love’s sweet graces,
you made me forget my suitcases
some day I’ll walk away from my suitcases

Whiskey

Written By: Beth Wood

WHISKEY
(beth wood)

get down low
lower than you thought you could go
among the wreckage and the ruin
and look around real slow
can you feel nothing more than you do now?

whiskey, how could I let it come to this?
I am leaning on you heavy missing all the things I miss
love is gone, it’s just you and me now
come on and let me down nice and easy
whiskey

it burns going down
a little bit like his kiss
but I don’t mind the fire
in fact I’m drawn to it
who do I turn to when the flame burns out?

CHORUS

well I thought I was being strong
maybe I was wrong
just this one more time
tomorrow I’ll be fine

CHORUS

To Get To Zero

Written By: Beth Wood and Phil Madeira

diggin for diamonds, searching for gold
down in the belly of the earth where the light won't go
the silence is so heavy I can't breathe
there's a mile between you up there
and me down underneath, so

shine a light and throw a rope
i could use a little hope
i ain't lookin for a hero
but some times it's a long hard climb just to get to zero

scratching the surface, i disappear
down in the belly of the place where i face my fear
tethered to my sketchy memory
there's a little bird singing out
won't you set me free?

CHORUS

when i finally see the sky
lord have mercy on eyes

CHORUS

Discography

THE WEATHER INSIDE (2011). Developed and produced at Blue Rock Studio by Billy Crockett. This epic project presents Beth's most mature, complex, emotionally resonant work yet.

BEACHCOMBER'S DAUGHTER (2008). Self-produced project highlighting Beth's musical versatility, songwriting craftsmanship, powerful voice, and collaboration with Dallas's finest studio musicians.

MARIGOLDS (2005) furthered Beth's collaboration with producer Chris Rosser. A heartfelt collection of songs about family, life, and love, featuring guest musicians Shawn Mullins, Heather Morgan, Bandon Bush (Train), Greg Horne, John Felty, Matt Mayes.

YOU TAKE THE WHEEL (2003) is a fan-driven solo acoustic project that highlights Beths solid work as a strong, dynamic solo artist. Beths fans chose the songs for this project.

GHOSTWRITER (2001). Beths first collaboration with producer Chris Rosser signaled a return to more elemental production and showcases Beths vocal prowess and her continuing exploration and growth as a songwriter.

WOODEN COYOTE (2000) is a side-project live album with John Felty and Matt Mayes of Jupiter Coyote.

LATE NIGHT RADIO (1999), produced by Don McCollister (Indigo Girls, Sister Hazel). Featuring a full-band rockinsound and Beths popular rendition of Richard Thompsons song 1952 Vincent Black Lightning.

NEW BLOOD (1998, Automonous Records) made a much stronger statement, featuring a darker and more complex sound. Charted top 20 at the national AAA radio charts.

WOODWORK (1996) introduced Beth's clear and compelling voice and the promise of an emerging artist. Her single 'Geometry' was featured on FOX television's 'Party of Five.'


Set List

Beth performs mostly original material -- she has nine full-length CDs worth of original songs. Stories about songs and life on the road will pop up in her set, along with the occasional cover song -- Lyle Lovett, Aretha Franklin, Richard Thompson, Carole King, Chris Whitley are some favorites. A typical concert might include two 45-minute sets.