Tonight is Double Entendre

Ill visuals by Adam LaMonaca

Tonight is the pay-off.  Double Entendre at the Slingluff Gallery.  8pm-11pm.  All ages. 

Can’t back out now.  With songstress Lydia Rene’ on the keys, vocals bouncing off the bamboo floors, walls lined with razor works from Dave Delaney, that huff Curly Castro setting things off like a dogcatcher’s whistle. 

At least the kids will be ok: 1 unwrapped toy for admission.  Not a bad trade off since the free hooch doesn’t run out (except for October–the city was wounded from some baseball travesty).  

Grab today’s Philadelphia Daily News.  Page 51 for the listing.  Details.  That’s where God lives supposedly.  I wouldn’t know.

Here’s your cast of characters this month:

This month’s special guest Lydia Rene

Your headliner 5 O’Clock Shadowboxers

Your host Curly Castro

Your featured artist Dave Delaney

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December’s Double Entendre at the Slingluff Gallery

Design by Adam LaMonaca

This month’s special guest is Lydia Rene.

Though admission is always free at the Slingluff Gallery, we are asking for folks to bring in 1 unwrapped toy which will be donated to families and children in the surrounding community.  The season of giving is approaching.

Protons and Electrons Always Cause Explosions

During Saturday’s Double Entendre, Curly Castro and I debuted a cut off our upcoming Wu-Tang Pulp project (dropping next year) titled “Monty Hall Expo”, a flip of Ghostface’s “Mighty Healthy”.  You’ll be seeing and hearing more about the Wu-Tang project for sure in ’11, but the basic premise is working with some of our friends and favorite artists in recreating seminal Shaolin finger jabs from the samples on up to film dialogue while adding a neo-noir hit from the ski’d out Optimo.

Here’s a little teaser assignment I bodied from the overlooked Ghost Dog soundtrack:

Raise your sword up
This is the long cut
Raw shit pick it up when I call you (da-da-ding!)
Duck the law y’all
Fuck the long talks
Put your hammer down, better raise your sword up (sching!)

Hello it’s me again, your neighborhood detective
Quite reflective, my preference a cocktail dress
With no protection, the alley way pen glider
All night assigments,  my night vision spy shit’s priceless
Actually on consignment. I copped that at Cosmi’s
On 9th and Spring Garden before they shut that shit down
Warpaint on the face just like Samoans
I never touch the stage without my holsters
I never drove a Cobalt, Beretta with the locks by the window
Hang rappers like missletoe
Pulling up with twinkletoes, seated in the front
She’s a tall drink of water, and I’m thirsty for a cup
While my office collects dust unlike new producers
Never heard a record, and they never bought a record
And they never skipped a record, so they can’t be the future
Nickel Night at the Medusa, on Chestnut
For 5 dollars, I’m kissing fish but I’m dressed up
Swimming drizzy pissy cabs that’s necessary
You either get inside my pocket or you’re getting buried
Better hurry, I’m automatic Stephen Curry

Raise your sword up
This is the long cut
Raw shit pick it up when I call you (da-da-ding!)
Duck the law y’all
Fuck the long talks
Put your hammer down, better raise your sword up (sching!)

Double Entendre Wrap Up

Here’s a snippet of what went down this past Saturday night.  More goodies to come, I assure you.  Thank you to everyone who came out, joined the mailing list, bought a CD, or drank a few beers and just hung out for a few hours.

Shouts to Jawnzap7 and Miss Amy Music for broadcasting the event live on UStream.  Having the internet on lock during the show was akin to spreading the Da Vinci virus in Hackers: only The Plague could stop us.

Open and Shut Case

Here’s a quick filet I flipped over from The Twilight Spoiler Mix we dropped earlier this year to get you ready for this Saturday’s Double Entendre at Slingluff gallery: a freestyle over Raekwon’s “Flawless Crowns”, an overseas vinyl-only release that predated Cuban Linx 2. 

More jewelz for Saturday’s show coming the rest of the week….

(Somebody’s always giving me guns) it makes me walk crooked
The cell phone storefront that keeps the books moving
Hustler activist like Larry Flynt
Paralyze the king, can’t feel the pussy even though it’s gorgeous
Mami got the cucumber bun, cool when I peel it
Sticks out like the Utah Utes in Patrick Ewings
Philly carnivale, barging through the dustbowls
A crisis of faith is what you’re facing when I clutch throats
Careful mosaic how I say it
I’m Robert Johnson plucking strings to grab the devil when I play it
Hellhound Bound, like Gina Gersh
You’ll be the first to get merked via social network
I’ll get AT you, fallen Friday, status update
Detectives can’t complain, called an open and shut case
The twilights has passed, but the spoils just begun
And we’ve moved crowds like Saudis move oil drums

Swing from blue chandeliers
Ashtrays overflow, detective notes, haven’t had a laugh in years
Thick stubble my beard, mad scruffy though
Spazz out like Biggie on the song about the hundred notes
It’s cold now I never wore a puffy coat
Not a joke man this rap shit will wear you out
You’ll see me on the road like Jack Kero
Dusty leather jacket in my Mad Max apparell
With hands like the Green Arrow, pulling the bow
And unload a beautiful song murderous quotes
Sing like the snow bird, peace to Kuf, no curse
We pulling the mast, hands is rope burned
I’m dumbfounded off of white wine
And chloroform smells better in the night time
White goggles meet the skyline
It’s like liquor to the liver when I rhyme, when I rhyme, when I rhyme yeah

I am the autumn wind, grab you and never flinch
It’s Rabbit Season for anxious rappers with rapid breathing
Film scripts like David Finch, get the pic
That’s Seven deadly sins for the Zodiac to creep with it
Tagging victims in Vallejo, move when I say so
I mix the powder shit with the egg yoke
That’s a strong body science would co-sign
Admirers started tracking my mileage in ‘09
It’s been bumpy, it’s been slick, it’s been muddy
I would’ve been picked you off but I’ve been rusty
You think today is a bad day, trying skipping one
You think your town is a maze, I live in one
Redrum comes, running outta lotto scratch
Fans squeezed the faucet,  you’ve never gonna splash
Step inside my office, mad bottlecaps
Only people caking is indie rock and gospel rap