Last month, I shared a few photos from the Hank & Cupcakes show at Sol Bar New Mountain, here in Asheville. Before that show, I got to sit down with Sagit Shir and Ariel Scherbacovsky and interview them for Songfacts.com. Their stage presence is massive and electrified, almost over the top but not quite, and I wasn’t sure what to expect when I finally got to talk to them. You never know with people, right? And I tend to be on the oh god don’t talk to me, I can’t make words come out of my face end of the social spectrum, so I was half-convinced that what was meant to be an interview would wind up instead being a case of me frozen in my chair, saying a lot of things that sounded like “um” and “fuck” and “goddammit what was I going to say?” And while there might have been a bit of that, there was a lot more laughing and good conversation, with two people who are genuinely kind and incredibly friendly, and shared with me some fantastic stories about their songs, their life together, and how they got started making music. Here’s that interview, in case you want to read it.
Last night, Beloved and I caught the Hank and Cupcakes show in the Sol Bar at New Mountain. It was a working date; he was running sound and I was interviewing them, but it was still, as always, a fantastic show. This made the fourth time I’ve seen them in as many years, and every time, they damn near blow the hair off my head with how good they are. I was running on two hours sleep, ready to drop, barely coherent during the interview, kept upright by insane amounts of caffeine and the weight of my Docs on my feet, and as soon as they took the stage I was widefuckingawake and stayed there until they were done. If music is the sonic equivalent of sex, these guys leave your legs shaking and your chest tight and holy fuck, you’d give anything for a glass of water if you could just manage to walk to the kitchen to get it.
Anyway. It was fun, and I took a few pictures, just goofing off with Beloved’s camera. A couple might end up with the official interview once it’s up, but here are some I kept to share with you all here.
And seriously, if you see that these guys are playing anywhere near you, GO.
I took this photo the other night, while beloved was draped across the bed, flat on his back, practicing. It was a quiet night, one of those where going out would screw everything up, and there wasn’t much to say besides the usual few words we exchange without thinking, almost out of habit, but not without meaning or intent. I reached for my book and saw that it was under beloved’s bass; I didn’t have the heart to move it and disrupt his playing. I realized later that the picture I’d snapped had captured the way the two objects rested together, quiet and still, with the sheets curled around their edges, and it was almost too personal to share: a still-life done in effigies, words and music, the two of us. When things get crazy, when life tries to sneak in and steal what we’ve found and made and kept for this long, this is what keeps us together-this is who we are, at the heart of it all.