Each song made the messiness of what it means to be my age OK. Every time I’d become infatuated with the wrong person, every inevitable end of a relationship, every night that ended in a failed quest for belonging — it was all OK.
Speaking to Maine is much like listening to him sing. His words are measured, his speech economic. At first, I thought it was because he was annoyed, or bored with my questions, but I quickly learned that it’s just who he is.
This point is what made me realize why I enjoyed 98.12.28 so much more than the band’s studio albums. It is the rare live album that starkly exceeds the impact of the group’s studio albums precisely because one gets the sense that the artists are pouring everything into the performance.