O Show Que "Nunca Foi" - The Show That "Never Was"

SUCE ICI AUJOURD'HUI

Lukas Bono Rick Assunção Tavares Elisha Davis Putin 

Date: August 16th 3016

Short Bio

It comes as a full circle, guided by life’s great spiral to Portland, OR participating in this event/project, along with these talented and kind musicians who are planning, organizing, rehearsing and playing it with me in this event. My heart sings a loud thanks to you!

Here, I have found a home as an American, and I'm so touched for having the opportunity to honor my beginnings...

            Chico Science - apart from sharing the same mud backyard growing up, he symbolically represents that connection with my culture (Northeastern of Brazil in Olinda/Recife Pernambuco) and everything that essentially makes me who I am, viscerally.

In his songs, he was able to unify cultural traditional Maracatu with the creation of a new and genuine Pernambuco rock, using many of our traditional and local musical sounds. His transcending lyrics make references to the struggles of our people - which is also my own struggle, and offer voice, empowerment and ideas to go about creating a more ethical and just society. Singing his songs reminds me to not take privilege for granted and to give back not only "food and water" but also essence and Art - what he would have me do...

            I'm also immensely thankful for my uncle José Assunção, also known as Nininho (Founder of Maracatu Badia), for dedicating his entire life to Music, in particular Maracatu. Taking our culture and sound around the world, teaching workshops and promoting our ancestors greatest gifts - Love, Resilience and Art. It eventually brought him to Portland, OR and he introduced me to this great Maracatu-PDX community dedicated to sharing it further.

As a Northeastern Brazilian, I almost immediately welcomed them all into my life as a second family, one that I've longed to have for almost 20 years since moving to the U.S. All of my band mates and the incredible team of four; Steven Schob, Tara Deodhar, Dianna Ramirez and Beto Guimarães, have guided and inspired me to explore my musical talents and to celebrate my culture freely and proudly in this amazing city! To them all I'm humbly grateful, truly...

            Furthermore, I would like to thank my nuclear and extended family for the love and support in my journey, musically or otherwise - I couldn't have done any of it without them. Finally, to the source of all life and creativity for all the gifts granted, I'm aware...

Much Love,

Dja Putin

Social Media handles

FB - is currently the only social media I formally use. 

There you can tag me as ~Dja Putin~ by simply using the "backspace" key on your keyboard to remove the name "Other Name" from the tag.

Stage plot

I don't know how many players will be playing with me and I don't know if it applies to me.

If so, I would like both the Brazilian and Pernambuco flags along with a picture of Chico Science in the middle on the board.

Instruments you would like/need backlined

I'll bring the Alfaia that I'm using. 

Schedule

Ideally I would like it to be around 8:00pm - but whatever you think is best works. I plan on being there before the event begins. 

Time you can be there on the day of the performance.

I'll try to be there by 5pm.

Details

Got it!

Spread the word!

Will do! (:

Hugs, Dja❤

(P.S. Demo In Hands!)

Love, Dja

Medicine - Medicina

Love, Dja

Passando Por Uma Morte - Passing By One Death

Canto Para A Minha Morte

Eu sei que determinada rua que eu já passei

Não tornará a ouvir o som dos meus passos.

Tem uma revista que eu guardo há muitos anos

E que nunca mais eu vou abrir.

Cada vez que eu me despeço de uma pessoa

Pode ser que essa pessoa esteja me vendo pela última vez

A morte, surda, caminha ao meu lado

E eu não sei em que esquina ela vai me beijar

Com que rosto ela virá?

Será que ela vai deixar eu acabar o que eu tenho que fazer?

Ou será que ela vai me pegar no meio do copo de uísque?

Na música que eu deixei para compor amanhã?

Será que ela vai esperar eu apagar o cigarro no cinzeiro?

Virá antes de eu encontrar a mulher, a mulher que me foi destinada,

E que está em algum lugar me esperando

Embora eu ainda não a conheça?

Vou te encontrar vestida de cetim,

Pois em qualquer lugar esperas só por mim

E no teu beijo provar o gosto estranho

Que eu quero e não desejo,mas tenho que encontrar

Vem, mas demore a chegar.

Eu te detesto e amo morte, morte, morte

Que talvez seja o segredo desta vida

Morte, morte, morte que talvez seja o segredo desta vida

Qual será a forma da minha morte?

Uma das tantas coisas que eu não escolhi na vida.

Existem tantas... Um acidente de carro.

O coração que se recusa abater no próximo minuto,

A anestesia mal aplicada,

A vida mal vivida, a ferida mal curada, a dor já envelhecida

O câncer já espalhado e ainda escondido, ou até, quem sabe,

Um escorregão idiota, num dia de sol, a cabeça no meio-fio...

Oh morte, tu que és tão forte,

Que matas o gato, o rato e o homem.

Vista-se com a tua mais bela roupa quando vieres me buscar

Que meu corpo seja cremado e que minhas cinzas alimentem a erva

E que a erva alimente outro homem como eu

Porque eu continuarei neste homem,

Nos meus filhos, na palavra rude

Que eu disse para alguém que não gostava

E até no uísque que eu não terminei de beber aquela noite...

Vou te encontrar vestida de cetim,

Pois em qualquer lugar esperas só por mim

E no teu beijo provar o gosto estranho que eu quero e não desejo,mas tenho que encontrar

Vem, mas demore a chegar.

Eu te detesto e amo morte, morte, morte

Que talvez seja o segredo desta vida

Morte, morte, morte que talvez seja o segredo desta vida

By Raul Seixas

Friendship - Amizade

Friendship Of Heart...

Amizade Que Vem Do Coração...

Love, Dja

"One Man Many Men" - "Um Homen Muitos Homens"

Irony - Ironia

Com Amor, Dja

Snow Angel - Anjo Da Neve

SNOW ANGEL
By Souleye (Feat. Alanis Morissette).

[Intro]

As we as we as we go

[Verse 1]

Anyone up who’s asleep

Anybody want to come and count the sheep

Looking outside it’s freezing cold

I know how it is I guess I do

Now it’s gone

So good by true

Blow a kiss in the wind

Let it double up and come back again

Please don’t act like you don’t know

I’m gonna get it going for my goal

It really ain’t no competition

Given a sea that’s so large for fishing

I’ve got mine and you got yours

It really ain’t no competition

Given a sea that’s so large for fishing

I’ve got mine and you’ve got yours

[Verse 2]

Waiting for that flower to bloom

It’s December look not June

Maybe March don’t really know

I’d stick around but I’ve got to go

You know what they say when it starts to rain

And when it all goes down

Will you stick around

Would you stay the night

Would you give your life

Does it even really matter

If your not will to fight

It’s all about repair this I swear

Stand my ground for my family

Work so hard that I can’t be beat

Never meet defeat

Cause if its not win-win

Then I won’t compete

Complements to those willing to give

Back and Forth as we go

Complements to those as we go

As we go

You’re my Snow Angel

You’re my Snow Angel

You spread open wide

As we go back and forth

And back and forth

Snow Angel

You’re my Snow Angel

You spread open wide

As we go back and forth

And back and forth

(Thank you Vladimir Putin...)

Love, Dja.

Wise Winter - Sábio Inverno

Wise Winter 2018.

So Winter, the blindness in every flake of snow falling right now, I know loneliness and I welcome it, ~Come In…~

So sweet you are, as the bliss in every glimpse of ~Being With, Endlessly…~

So glad I feel that I’ve known you in this gentle way, thank you for the privilege of your presence.

So you’ve taught me infinitely, the wisdom of no separation whenever I choose again, ~Your Sight…~

So Portland, OR grew on me and now I adore Winters where before I dreaded it. Then, I could only think of what “I’ve been missing”, the warmth of my Olinda, PE.

So is my stubborn Irish husband, so used to ‘this air’, the snow angel ‘they’ talked about?

So he came back to heal with and we trust our hearts as before, ~Always… ~

So do we? We concern with it no more…

So Winter warms the heart of the young-man whom loves to play in it.

So he too is always inviting ‘new comers’ and welcomed them all before they came, ~ Glad With You I Am…~

So he watches joyous from his bedroom window the white sheet of such anticipated snow. On the ground, Now It Is – Thank you for ~Childhood…~

So “You” show me all this beauty and I thank you again for Winter too, it’s Wise and it speaks to the ~One whom needs to slowdown at least for a season, Understandably…~

So many books this year!  They are everywhere, second only to the Excited Curiosity reading them!

So that’s how it must be for there to be ~Purpose and Enthusiasm…~

So cold and fresh, crispy breath of new .

So feel this shiver for a lonely Winter is one ever lasting for just a while, ~My Dear…~

 Dja Putin Stalin

To Know - Conhecer

Love, Dja Putin

Rituals Of Love - Rituais De Amor

Love, Dja

Stardust - Pó Estelar

Casting Dust

I’ve been showing up - time and again.  Did I not yet please them all?

I do not wish to bargain, I only come to ask (and give) for Mercy and gentleness…  Will I have a heart left to give?

This isn’t about romance, nor tales of useless old memories.

I remember them all, what is it for?

As long as our son is all knowing of his mother’s love and her commitment to him, the world is only a dream…

Am I safe to love - again? When did I (if I ever did) stop loving what I like to call, “Him”?

Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t make 'him' up myself so I could walk this far…  Knowing who I am - that’s very probable.

There are no guarantees and life is calling us all, to dance with our fears as if with old friends (can’t we be just friends? We can’t even “make friends” with dogs without a contract anymore…).

All the while this sharp little pain, so little and so heavy, was sinking deep inside my heart…

~ ”I remember it; I remember when I was left there… Nonetheless, I was under the stars and they were so very beautiful…

They were bright and casting dust, they were pouring it all over me while you felt good for thirty seconds… Did you feel good?” ~

At that moment I saw eternity (I am it...), I wanted to see it forever…

 …But then I heard the voices of my children and a few good friends calling for me to finish conversations I haven’t had yet…

They whisper here and there - they remind me of home… They remind me of you too and all the others…

Love, I’m now sweating and needy, never once have I dared to look at myself  from this angle… I look ugly and unattractive but I feel so rested, please make love to me (in your mind first)… 

Dja Putin