The Maine and When I'm Sad

As mentioned in a couple of my previous posts, I love The Maine. The first song of theirs I listened to was I Must Be Dreaming. I immediately fell in love. It was basically love at first sight, but like hearing instead of sight and it was just me who fell in love, so it was a one-way street. Anyway, I love them. I made a Spotify playlist right away and put every single song they had on Spotify at the time (since I made it there was a deluxe version of Forever Halloween and their new album American Candy added to Spotify). That playlist is still to this day my most popular playlist, having people that I don't even know follow it.

The playlist is played whenever I need a little bit of a chill down, but also need something familiar. It's played when I'm happy and want to sing along to my favorite songs. It's played when I'm studying and want some good music in the background. I play it with my friends all the time and whenever they ask for a music recommendation, I tell them to listen to The Maine. Most importantly, however, The Maine is played when I'm sad.

Their songs have gotten me through countless fights with my parents, fights with my brother, fights with my best friends. It's gotten me through my dog getting cancer (still helping me with that one), missing my sister, and terrible terrible days. It's helped me find who I am too. Not in every way, but when I'm sad I can listen to those lyrics, and realize that, yeah, today might suck, but tomorrow might be the best day of my life. (That's why I picked out the lyrics I did for the last bit.)

As I mentioned in my last post, The Maine is like my best friend. I coming crying to them at 3 in the morning and I come running to them when I want to celebrate. It may seem weird, but it's not completely a one-way relationship. I talk to The Maine, whether that be by playing them when I'm sad or jamming to them when I just want to dance, or celebrating something exciting with them. And, they talk back to me with their lyrics. It's like a conversation. Every time I listen to one of their songs, I'm having a conversation. It doesn't matter if I already heard the song and had a conversation, I'm having another one. It could be a branch off the old one, it could be something completely different, but it's a conversation.

I titled this blog post The Maine and When I'm Sad because I find the most comfort out of The Maine when I'm sad. I think that's when I can really get their lyrics. Not that I can't get them when I'm happy, in fact, for some songs I think you need to be happy to get them, but I think being sad opens up a whole new part of your brain with different feelings and emotions. It lets you interpret the song differently then when you were happy.

To end this probably pretty confusing post where I literally just wrote my thoughts, I decided that I would tell you to listen to find a band to listen to when you're sad. And when you're happy. I think we all need to find a best friend band that will be there through it all.

-Laur

"Some days, they taste like lemonade / Some days can feel like razorblades / I wish I could float away, some days." -Some Days, The Maine