Bottle Rockets – Doomsday Letter

Back when I did the post about dogs, I said I would revisit this band soon, and I’m doing that today! I just discovered this band in the past few months with the song I Love My Dog, and I love what I’ve heard. This particular song is right up my alley. It’s about Facebook, and all its negativity. 

They came out of Missouri in the early 1990s; they were built around songwriter Brian Henneman. Before forming the band, Henneman spent time around the St. Louis music scene and even played with Uncle Tupelo during their early years. The Bottle Rockets formed in Festus, Missouri, and quickly found a place in the alt-country movement alongside bands mixing rock, country, and blue-collar stories.

Their early records carried a bar-band feel, with songs about small towns, jobs, and people trying to get through everyday life. They were not trendy, and that helped them build a loyal following through constant touring and records that sounded real. This song was on the album Bit Logic, released in 2018 when the band was already more than 25 years old. By that point, Brian Henneman had settled into writing songs that looked at middle America without trying to romanticize it. This would be their last studio album. 

I really loved the production on their albums. The band recorded the songs quickly and tried to capture the feel of a live group in a room. That approach helped this song come across as more believable. It’s the timeless approach, and it works every time, at least to me.  They never had huge radio hits, but musicians and longtime fans stayed loyal because the records felt honest. Brian Henneman retired the band in March 2021 after a 28-year run, citing a desire to step away from touring and enjoy a normal life at home

Doomsday Letter

Hey Chicken Little, whatcha got cookin’?
The sky is fallin’, the sky is fallin’
You really wanna prove it but I ain’t lookin’
But you keep callin’, you keep callin’

I ain’t gonna read another doomsday letter
I’m leavin’ it to Jesus, man the odds seem better
Whatever I can do to keep my chin up is a damn good thing

Hey Nostradamus, I ain’t listenin’
To the bile you’re spewin’, the bile you’re spewin’
There’s way more left in the world that’s glistenin’
It’s not all ruin, it’s not all ruin

I ain’t gonna read another doomsday letter
I’m leavin’ it to Jesus, man the odds seem better
Whatever I can do to keep my chin up is a damn good thing

You can laugh and point and say my head’s in the sand
Well my toes are too, it’s a seaside view
Since I turned you off I found a wonderland
In the middle of your gloom
Right inside your gloom

Hey Grim Reaper, even if you’re right
I ain’t buyin’, I ain’t buyin’
Keeps me warm on a winter night
But just keep tryin’, just keep on tryin’

I ain’t gonna read another doomsday letter
I’m leavin’ it to Jesus, man the odds seem better
Whatever I can do to keep my chin up is a damn good thing
Whatever I can do to keep my chin up is a damn good thing
Whatever I can do to keep my chin up is a damn good thing