Artem Burmistrov

DJ, Promoter

«I came into a bobbin chest that used to belong to my father and contained the full collection of rock records from the 60s and 70s»

Music is a vibration, vibration is everything. Although invisible, it’s boundlessly omnipotent.

Any indeterminate negative conditions signify one’s spiritual imperfection. It’s an impetus for self-cultivation. A rude or ill-mannered person that enters your life by the will of the Supreme powers is only there to draw your attention to yourself, make you stop and think about the arrogance aroused in you by the comparison, your self-absorption.

The moment you turn inspiration into the cornerstone of everything, it starts vanishing.

I don’t have a problem with playing commercial sets, but deep down I do, definitely, aspire to something more advanced.

I came into a bobbin chest that used to belong to my father and contained the full collection of rock records from the 60s and 70s.

My dad used to be a singer-songwriter, a musician. It never seemed to take him any sort of effort to come up with a song, it was an inborn talent. I used to sit next to him on a coach, and he would pick up the guitar and start making up a song about me right there, on the spot. I thought nothing could be more amusing.

Creativity implies inventing something new, something hitherto unseen, which requires breaking the stereotypes.

A car is your metal horse that will get you anywhere and make sure you make it.

I much prefer a heart-to-heart conversation than playing around.

When I was a kid, they used to say about me: “The devil lurks behind the cross” (laughs).

Singling out someone particular means that you’re leaving the rest aside.

I’m dying to get round to kiting and surfing. That’s another mode of freedom. It’s a way of conquering the forces of nature and becoming stronger.

Goa is a place to grow old. I’d like to be a cool grandpa. But you should see those guys there at their 50-60, who ride around on the Enfields with an orange helmet on their head and an as cool grandma at the back…

Sentimentality is what sometimes stops us from seeing the very essence of things.

We’re all lacking a bit of sweet mild insanity. We’re all too normal, our lives are too overscheduled, although I always leave room for accidental happenings and trust my intuition more than some planned things.

I like spending time with bright people, people who are dressed in something bright. When I see a girl in black I feel like coming up to her and asking if everything’s alright.

I try to stay away from swearing. There’s a perfect word that you can call a person and be sure that he won’t take offence — dummy.

I try to rely more on my feelings than my thoughts.

I fear fearing something.

Culture broadens the range of emotions.