I have a confession to make. It’s not something I’m proud of, necessarily, but that’s just the nature of confessions I suppose. In spite of being an individual of a certain age (45) who has been going to punk rock shows since the mid-1990s and was a fan of the Vagrant Records catalog from pretty much the beginning (or at least since that Boxer record) and who doesn’t see the word “emo” as a particularly negative word (and knows it existed before whenever Gen Z thinks it started), I had never seen The Get Up Kids live until 2024. Matt Pryor solo? Sure. New Amsterdams? Yup. Even James Dewees/Reggie And The Full Effect. But for whatever reason, never The Get Up Kids. I’ve long-since had my elder (geriatric?!) emo card revoked, but as of this week, I c...