| Musique: | Electro, Jazz, Progressif, Experimental, Classique, Contemporain, 80's, Alternative, Classique, Drum'n Bass, Electro, Experimental, Hard-Rock, Hip Hop, Jazz, Métal, Pop/Rock, Trip-hop |
| Langue(s): | Anglais |
| Situation: | Célibataire |
| Sexualité: | Hétérosexuel |
| Tabac: | Non |
| Alcool: | Occasionnel |
| Religion: | Athée |
| Education: | Bac +3 |
| Enfant: | Non merci ! |
| Profession: | Autre |
| « Nul n'a jamais écrit ou peint, sculpté, modelé, construit, inventé, que pour sortir en fait de l'enfer - Antonin Artaud » |
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26 ans Paris (75)Note : ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() (1 note)
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| Réalisateur. |
| Bienvenues. |
| Les Arts. |
| Classique Contemporain Electro Rock Progressif Expérimental Metal Jazz Pop Chanson |
| Expérimental Sensoriel Surréaliste Fantastique Narratif Abstrait Court Long Film Vidéo Animation 2D 3D |
| Débranchée. |
| Essai Philosophie Roman Nouvelles Surréaliste Fantastique Romantique |
| David Lynch Stanley Kubrick Luis Buñuel Federico Fellini Ingmar Bergman Alfred Hitchcock Stan Brakhage Tony Conrad Norman McLaren Maya Deren André Breton Emil Michel Cioran |
| A réaliser. |
| Réplique du film indépendant "The American Astronaut". |
| Café (noir, accompagné d'une cherry pie) Jack Daniel's (on the rocks, and I mean ice !) Absinthe (L'Esprit Edouard, Libertine Amer, Verte de Fougerolles, Duplais...) Vodka (White Gold, Russki Standard) Martini Dry (le cocktail, pas la soupe immonde vendue en bouteille...) Black Russian ... Coca Cola (sans glaçons !) |
| Pastis. |
| Agent Dale Cooper. |
| Trop pour n'en citer qu'un... |
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Nom de Scène: Damien S
Type Artiste: autre Style musical: Alternative, Drum'n Bass, Pop/Rock, Electro, Jazz, Hip Hop, Classique, Métal, Hard-Rock, Experimental, Trip-hop et 80's Prochains évènements: |
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Watch Her Disappear
Tom Waits Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair That rose in strangled ebony curls Moving in a yellow bedroom light The air is wet with sound The faraway yelping of a wounded dog And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat A light goes on and the door opens And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air I hear your champagne laugh You wear two lavender orchids One in your hair and one on your hip A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo And I hear a banjo tango And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree And I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared |
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