Issue 03
D.C. JUICY
By Sally KleinbartPhotos By Carlos Batts
Illustration By Garrett Morin
Calling all pimps and ho’s: the Mothership has just flown in to incarnate her newest sons of funk. If Outkast made love to Mad TV and knocked the bitch up a couple times, and then if Tenacious D and Spinal Tap took the afterbirths of those babies and drank-em down with a 40, all while watching Fear of a Black Hat, that might help you understand what DC Juicy is all about.
The Juicy’s stage show is a tightly-choreographed, soulicious frolic through R&B musical theater with a hefty supporting cast (someone needs to occupy the stage during the costume changes). The backup dancers look not unlike farmhands who have mastered Darrin’s Dance Grooves. A foxy mezzo-soprano soul diva pulls focus for a minute, but it’s a mild tug compared to the Geek Love-esque finale. The Juicy masterminds, aka Dusty and Chauncey, know how to leave the audience with the bold aftertaste of hilarity in its mouth.
In a privileged, highly secure interview, Chauncey, the darker of the duo, informs me that the two are “Siamese twin brothers. We were attached at the head, and now we are fresh cut. We’ve been fresh cut for probably about 15 years now.” They won’t reveal their age at the time of the cut-they appear timeless to me-but Chauncey informs me they got the operation on December 34th. Dusty adds, “It was a triple leap year.”
Regarding the Juicy’s natural musical collaboration, Chauncey explains, “Our stepfather is Luther Vandross, and my next door neighbor at one time was Ashford from Ashford and Simpson. As you can see, I took a little bit from his closet.” I’ve never seen Ashford rock the LA Gear, but mad props to Chauncey for bringin’ it back, Juicy-style.