This is one of the last songs I wrote for the record. I usually have a few like that, that sort of pop up near the end of the writing process, and they’re often some of the better tunes. Creativity is strange and elusive thing. But this song started with the main, dumb little guitar riff that I’ve been playing as a finger warm-up for years. I have lots of little riffs that my hands automatically play when I’m sitting around. So that sort of morphed into the sinister vibe that this song has. It’s funny, lyrically I started the song a few years ago and it was about partying in a ski town during a music festival we play every year in Colorado. It was originally “…gettin’ down in a mountain town, gettin’ down on the mountain….” But things took a turn for the darkness and it ended up being about disaster preparation and the possibility of a societal meltdown, which is much in the news these days.
Planning for that sort of thing isn’t entirely foreign to rural people to begin with, because it’s pretty common in the country to have some food, water and clothing stored up in case of a blizzard or a tornado or some other natural occurrence. I remember being totally snowed in at the ranch with my grandpa when I was about four years old, and eating nothing but steaks and canned mushrooms for a week. So from there it’s not a big stretch to jump into full-on disaster prep. The way I look at it, we all pay lots of money every year for insurance against that are much less likely to happen than an oil or power shortage or a currency meltdown. And the beauty of buying non-perishable food, ammo, clothing, supplies, etc is that they don’t lose value over time. If anything they increase in value, so to me it’s just an exchange of one sort of currency for another.
Interestingly, Mormon people are old school preppers. I’m not sure it’s actual church doctrine, but it’s definitely a strong suggestion from the leadership that all members have a supply of food on hand at all times, just in case. Either one year or two, I can’t recall the protocol. Mormon ladies are the bomb when it comes to discussing food storage and emergency food preparation. It’s a huge cultural thing for them, and they’re really good at it. I’ve learned as much from them as I have from the crazy Montana style militia men/ammo hoarding/’best-calibre-if-you-could-only-have-one arguing guys on the survival forums.
Grant’s baritone riff is kinda the bomb, too.