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David Six

Ecoutes les orgues, elles jouent pour toi

About Me

David Six. Born in the hills of Northern England. He writes songs, he plays guitar, he sings, he hangs around in the precinct with his posse, he recites poetry to old ladies on public transport, he moves around mainland Europe with spirit and a desire for warm expansion, and he admires olives with a level of joy in his heart which is unprecedented in these regions. Ne t'inquiete pas, mon vieux..

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 7/22/2006
Influences: Sunlight, and a lack thereof
Sounds Like: A cross between Camille Dalmais, Claudette Colbert, Gene Hackman, Amanda Cook, Zinedine Zidane, Eric Bristow, Gerald Garcia, Srinivasa Ramanujan, Nadia Comaneci, Vivien Leigh, Jean Harlow, Mark Hollis, Agustin Barrios Mangore, Sarah Vaughan, Ronaldinho, Charles Mingus, Mathieu Chedid, Napoleon Coste, Shirley Maclaine, Kevin Rowland, John McEnroe, Jacqueline du Pre, David Bowie, Edith Piaf, Sly Stone, Paco de Lucia, Carina Round, Eric Burdon, Arthur Rimbaud, Jimi Hendrix, Judit Polgar, Billy Connolly, Francis Ford Coppola, Marlon Brando, Jim Kerr, Leonard Cohen, Robbie Krieger, Art Tatum, Pablo Picasso, Martin Sheen, Anais Nin, Thom Yorke, Marcel Proust, Ron Mael, Russell Mael, Jon Anderson, Ted Hughes, Ray Davies, Van Morrison, Jim Morrison, Nastassjia Kinski, Albert Camus, Andy Murray, Kristin Hersch, Audrey Hepburn, Peter Cook, Vladimir Nabokov, Ornette Coleman, Keith Moon, Carl-Gustav Jung, Derek Dick, Bob Dylan, Serge Gainsbourg, Allen Ginsberg, Beth Tweddle, Joe Pass, Alec Guinness, Frank Black, Ray Manzarek, Emile Zola, Juliette Binoche, Elvis Presley, Kevin Spacey, Devendra Banhart, James Joyce, Mark E Smith, Nick Drake, John Coltrane, Bryan Ferry, William Holden, Ronnie O'Sullivan, Neal Cassady, Jimmy Page, Thelonious Monk, Jack Kerouac, Ryan Adams, Jeff Lynne, Jean-Paul Sartre, Miles Davis and Martin Taylor.
Type of Label: None

My Blog

A Leopard in Wainstalls

i hear there's a leopard in wainstalls - all mean and burglar, like cleopatra's window-cleaner. she stalks fiery in a velvet fur, lookin for great nosh, all clean and sneaky, bending round the wi...
Posted by David Six on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 04:15:00 PST

Letter to an unspecified friend

Oh god, oh god, I'm delighted to hear from you! - Oh god I'm hypertesselating now - breathe calm into my lurching frame (!)- I thought all was lost like a leaking sub (a submarine, not a takeaway sand...
Posted by David Six on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 01:01:00 PST

A Recent Review...

A Recent Review by Rafael Candleglass... . 1. Guitar                  Displays great prowess; the mastery and control of a cl...
Posted by David Six on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 04:07:00 PST

Emily, Find Me a Home

Emily, Find Me a Home . Beyond the anxieties and the misplaced trust And poison that threatens the light I'm scaling that ramshackle bridge that I built To lead us out from our poor hearts tonight . ...
Posted by David Six on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 03:43:00 PST

Cathedral Hearts

Cathedral Hearts . It's heavier than lead, but it's lighter than sound The glow of your hand in cathedral hearts Building is easy when mars comes to town When he's out  that's when energy is down A...
Posted by David Six on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 03:45:00 PST

Cool Medusa in the Surf

Cool Medusa in the Surf   Somewhere there's a home for the unloved lover But don't you ask of his name He belongs here - He belongs here Do not cage him nor bruise him with blame . See, once t...
Posted by David Six on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 03:47:00 PST

A Childs Train Set

             When the rains began, tortoise made his way back to the little shed on the veranda, and I watched him as he pulled his friction body ...
Posted by David Six on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 05:23:00 PST

The Husband-Carrying Competition

Dear Mr. Vent,              Please consider my application for the advertised position at your box-arranging warehouse. I understand you may scan ...
Posted by David Six on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 05:30:00 PST

The Mayor of Halifax

Karen Chinfo and Arthur Catdog were messin with equestrianism in the vestibule. Saffron the terrier was trying his best to keep up with the pace of the pony, while the jumps and fences remained too hi...
Posted by David Six on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 05:28:00 PST

My Shabby Princess

My Shabby Princess   There exists a pale imitation A shadow of my shabby princess And when I wear those old dark-glasses She could be you, more or less I crossed the street when I saw her It's...
Posted by David Six on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 03:49:00 PST