This is a (mainly photos) yellowcard appreciation blog. unaffiliated with the band. I try to only post credited photos; if I fuck up, let me know. ✖ mobile header: Katie Hovland
Once upon a time, Penny Lane echoed the internal thoughts of every fanatic when she said, “if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends.”
Granted, it’s 2012 and I only have to go to iTunes or spotify or youtube BUT THE POINT IS, after spending some time with Southern Air… how would I say my friends are doing?
I would tell you my heart swells because my friends are in a damn good place. My friends are optimistic, strong, motivated and clear-headed. I think my friends have finally let their guard down some.
Hindsight is always 20/20-ish, and now I feel like the last album had something different in its DNA. Pressure? Wouldn’t anything with the message “IS BACK!” attached to it? Or maybe it was what the comeback meant to me at the time. For a YC fan, it just felt so good for the band to be back that I just rushed into it headfirst. I’m not saying it wasn’t a fantastic album—because it was—but as a fan I felt a responsibility to nourish it, help it grow, to get them to dig those roots back in and stay. Just stay.
I don’t know that I could ever extract WYTTSY from the comeback and evaluate it objectively. The meaning and the music are tightly entwined. But this little soldier—Southern Air—can stand alone. I’m an emotional listener, so bare with me—but you know the feeling of being asleep and someone draping a blanket over you? Like perfect somehow just got BETTER? That’s what it’s like every time you listen to this album.
Some albums are like soul mates—you can’t predict the where and when, it’s just a perfect symbiosis of ~what you need~ and ~what they’re offering~. It can be a lyric that juts out of a song when you can’t nail down your own emotions. It can be a couple of chords that take up residence in your head where someone unwelcome once roamed. It can be a shuffle that syncs with your steps and the position of the sun at 3pm on a Tuesday. That kind of fate can’t be orchestrated.
But I know as fans we will always look for ourselves in the songs.
And I think you can find yourself in this album.
Because they sure did.
Hey Yellowcard, congrats—this is the best album you’ve ever made.