Last night, I went to a sold-out Yellowcard concert in Boston. This was a big deal for my sister and I; our first ever concert (out of the hundreds of memories we now own) was in 2004, when I was nine, when Yellowcard came to UConn. It is one of my favorite childhood memories, and because of it Ocean Avenue has always held a place in my heart as an amazing album. When the band released WYTTSY, I was delighted to see them making music again. They opened for All Time Low a few months ago, and I loved their set. Until last night, however, they were just another band that had some intense lyrics. Their performance last night showed me just how powerful a band they were. The things in Ryan’s life that he writes music about, their dedication to their fan base, the love for what they do; soul is hard to come by these days. These guys have been doing this for ten years, and I hope they never stop. Of the dozens upon dozens of shows I have been to, very few have made me feel the way I did last night. My sister and I joke about getting too old to go to concerts, standing behind the crowd to avoid those crazy young kids fighting each other to get inches closer. At yesterday’s show, I didn’t feel too old. I felt the youngest I have in a long time. This concert will hold a very special place in my heart for years to come (and not just because I got a SWEET Yellowcard scarf), and I have more to look forward to as the band announced the recording of a new album in the works. There’s only one thing anyone needs to know, and that is Yellowcard is back.