Which Member Of The Maine Are You?

The drums, but then you realize you aren't that good at them, so you go for the bass, but Garrett's already taken the bass, so you try to go for the guitars, but you break your wrist trying to take one, so you sing.

You're hoarding the bass and won't let anyone touch it.

All of them.

You arrived late so the only thing left is the other guitar John didn't get to.

You were born with drumsticks in your hands.

I haven't stopped listening to Ryan Adams in 30 years.

I'm bumping Schoolboy Q but the only other person who likes him is Jared so I'm telling everyone that I want to sound like Tom Petty, even though my heart is telling me to embody a bucket hat.

Mostly rock. Music is grateful to be entering my godly ears, and I am grateful for music.

Anything that will make me and my friends cry.

Creep by Radiohead.

Call it quits and hitch hike to the venue.

Sleep on the bus like a human and call AAA.

Accept the farmer's offer. He is so kind and generous, how can anyone turn that down? Besides, you've always wanted to learn how to farm. Something about the smell of cows just GETS you.

Call Tim and ask him what to do.

Offer the farmer free tickets to your tour instead of labor.

Have some beers, catch up with everyone, maybe play a game of beer pong.

Immediately go to take shots. Fuck if you're not having a good time, damn it.

You take a massive hit and talk to everyone about all of the cool music you're producing, and then realize that you're not supposed to be talking to people about it, so you try to back track and cover up by telling everyone you're actually talking about A Rocket to the Moon, but Nick is there and foils your cover, so you just take another hit and fall asleep on the couch.

You don't even go to the party, you stay home and watch Netflix.

Avoid all alcohol but end up still talking to literally everyone. Someone talks you into taking a hit off the bong and then you become silent and stare at the TV for the rest of the night.

I live in a sea of flannels and obscure shirts that are actually from Forever 21 and Cotton On. These shirts last me for three months max and you won't see me wear them for more than one tour.

8123 shirts that have all been cut into muscle tanks. Anything else my mom bought me.

A good mix of button-ups, flannels, and t-shirts. I look good in anything I wear.

I only own six shirts and a pair of oversized goth shoes.

I seem like I'm always wearing something new, but it's actually a shirt I found in the back of my closet that I forgot about entirely and bought in 2013. I also am weirdly attached to bowler hats.

I'm just here to look pretty even though I look like the brains of the operation.

I'm the brains of the operation even though I look like I'm just here to look pretty. Which I do. I'm gorgeous.

I'm God Of Shredding and Master of Guitar. Without me, 8123 would crumble.

I introduce weird new music to everyone, and my house is where literally everyone comes over to hang out, but we all just end up watching TV and talking shit about people.

I'm always down to hang and float between 8123 friend groups constantly. I try to bring my dog with me wherever I go.

Use the money to fund a worldwide Free For All Tour.

Invest all of it into 8123.

Split it evenly among all of 8123.

Fund Earth's first concert on or around Mars.

You don't know what to do with it, so you panic and give all of it to Pat.

Nerdy.

Loud.

Perfect.

Awkward.

Weird.

I have to drink a few whiskey teas before I go onstage, but then I end up having to pee the whole time I'm on stage. I don't know why I haven't learned my lesson yet.

I also have to drink a few whiskey teas for my voice, but, unlike some people, I actually use the bathroom before I go onstage.

I don't drink anything but I still have to pee all the time. I'm also juggling Meerkat, Twitter, and making sure everyone gets ready on time. I'm desperately trying to do everything at once. Please help me.

I spend the minutes leading up to stage time basking in a sea of love from my bandmates.

I'm on my phone instagramming obscure pictures and trying to avoid Pat's camera.

I go to all of the local Phoenix coffee shops one last time and then spend the evening hanging out with my roommates watching TV.

I'm up at like 6 to go on a run with my dog, and then I sleep in until 1. I go out to get food and run into someone along the way, and then get sucked into going out with them that night. I forget that I leave for tour the next day and come home late and have to pack until 4 am. This happens every tour.

I spend the entire day with my dogs and eating fresh cookies in bed while also getting massages with my girlfriend by a 5-star masseuse. We then go out to a 5-star dinner and order a 5-star meal, and return home and I get a whopping 10 hours of sleep. I feel perfect the morning of tour.

I've been planning this tour for months and I spend the entire day bouncing off the walls. I go out to dinner with my brothers and spend the whole time hanging out with my niece. I'm trying to let my brother give me clearance to take her out on tour with us.

I forgot that tour's starting and I spend the entire day panicking. And tweeting cryptic things about my panic.