To sum up Minnesota songwriter Ben Weaver's sophomore Bloodshot release: The space. The rivers. The tall grass. Went back to the folk and blues, back to Townes and Dylan, Jim Harrison and Sam Shepard, driving instead of flying. His sound is an entirely different kind of organic: it's cut to the absolute bone, bleached in the sun, and tempered by the wind... Weaver's songs here are his most intimate: they're often pastoral and capture essences gently, yet indelibly and poignantly... Grass Doe, City Girl, Drag the Hills, East Jefferson, While I'm Gone, Maiden Cliff, Split Ends, 22 Shells, The Rooster's Wife
