The Motel Gospel was only the prologue.
Benson Van Zant now tells the larger story of Prairie County—its reckonings, its quiet hauntings, its confessions whispered from the Chapel steps.
Those early songs were motel-room scripture: static-soaked dispatches, outlaw hymns shaped by the ghosts of Cash, Waits, Cohen, and the forgotten choir in the rafters.
But Benson has stepped deeper into the county’s mythology, joined by the Prairie County Confessed as they carry forward the old reckonings.
Still just a guitar, a voice, and the truth as it appears when the tape rolls.