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I am a DJ bringing the beats of Bali to Brazil! Obsessed with sound and music, I'm not just about making you dance – I'm all about healing through rhythm. Combining my existing style of electronic tribal beats, electrifying house rhythms, African grooves, jazzy vibrations, groovy funk, and sensual world rhythms, I've created a one-of-a-kind sonic journey. But that's not all – since my move to Brazil, I've been diving deep into the country's rich music and culture, blending everything I've learned into a mesmerizing one and a half hour experience that will take you on a beautiful sonic adventure. What you can expect by dancing along to my tunes is more than just moving your body. It's about touching your heart, connecting with your inner child, and if you're lucky, experiencing shivers down your spine. So, come join my music, and let the music guide you on a journey of self-discovery and liberation! I'm working on new releases and planning to release them soon.

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"You can’t find Vernon Trumbull with an algorithm,” Vernon posits as I climb into the passenger seat of his Ford Bronco II. He sits in the cockpit donning black aviators, reflecting the Houston sun at anyone bold enough to look him in the eyes. Vernon’s beard is red as the sunset now chasing us. He’s picked me up from the airport to teach me a thing or two about Real American Music over the course of the weekend.  

Trumbull drives at a leisurely pace, like a man who knows his destination will wait for him. The humid Houston air whips through the Bronco’s open windows. Vernon takes a deep breath of it and bellows a new tune, his voice accompanied by the din of the interstate: “You can’t be bad when you’re at home with me.” Vernon sings the way he drives, giving each turn of phrase the reverence one might reserve for a religious reading.

Home is wherever Vernon lays his stetson. He’s just come from playing a string of shows that brought him back to Houston from Trumbull County, Ohio, which his forbears founded.

Auspiciously, it was Neil Young’s Harvest that first Vernon sang while working on the family farm, effortlessly mimicking Young’s tenor and garnering an appreciation for the well-timed swell of a pedalsteel guitar. Harvest was recorded on a farm with a small cadre of session musicians—Vernon would go on to replicate this method, recording Vernon Trumbull & His Kinsmen on a farm outside of Waco, Texas, accompanied by three legendary Texas musicians.

Given the size of his stage presence and physical commitment to the performance, the unseasoned observer might call him Elvis. “Elvis from Hell” is a worthier epithet, to borrow a phrase from Kid Congo Powers. Unlike the King, this rockabilly royal wouldn’t set foot in a church except to use its acoustics on a record. 

Any deity would cherish his devotion, but Vernon isn’t one to praise a god who won’t sing back.

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