Bio from the
His favourite maxim:
When the axe came into the forest, the trees said 'the handle is
one of us.'
Master of Transparent Grooves and Slavic Ambience with a touch of
From Dimitri's samples of films, sounds, DNA and photographs, archaeologists
can reconstruct an atmospheric image of what they would have found,
had they knocked on the door of "Sense Records" in the
summer of 2001. They would no doubt have been admitted readily,
for Dimitri was no recluse. They would have probably found him sitting
in front of his computer surrounded by those rear acoustic instruments
that brought him into contact with the mysterious Shambala. Or perhaps
they would have found him sitting at the dinner table, drinking
genetically unmodified vodka, a man of just over twenty, or thirty
(or maybe even sixty), wearing perhaps, even during summertime,
one of those Dracula-like hats of the 1980 films, with a shiny shaved
head escaping from under his peculiar hat; they would have recognized
the inquisitive eyes looking out from an ascetic face lined by adversity,
the full red lips betraying both sensitivity and humour, and his
long flexible fingers touching the strings of his acoustic guitar.
The physical surroundings of his space might have resembled the
sound studio in which he was photographed in 2001, sporadically
furnished according to the ideas of the time; analog pre-amps with
military style knobs, an ancient computer based on antique Pentium7
processors, a collection of esoteric mics, an old table standing
in the corner covered with grotesque sound cards, hard drives, books,
CDs, tapes and flowers. A fridge standing open would reveal shelves
of 35mm film cans and a disturbing absence of food.
A majority of archaeologists
confirm that this slim figure would have risen to greet them immediately
since he was a most secret investigator of an acoustic pre-human
consciousness in the State (formerly known as North America). They
agree that the conversation would not have been difficult or complex,
for it seems that Dimitri had a unique ability to mesmerize, transcend
and transmit beyond physical languages. In fact, archaeologists
claim that they would probably have fallen under his spell, whilst
he described to them in detail the bliss of his spiritual catacomb
in the transparent underworld of Montreal.
Some documents from the beginning
of the 1990's suggest that some of the artists who favoured his
ideas and thoughts invited him to Germany, England and Sweden. He
seemed to enjoy full hospitality anywhere he set foot, as evidenced
by his alleged trip to the US in 1991. However, contrary to the
spirit of the age, Dimitri preferred to be a citizen of Shambala,
or perhaps rather, a pilgrim.
A Dictaphone recording
from 1999, gives us an impression of what this nomadic visionary
sought after in life. "So where will you go in the future?"
asks the interviewer. "Somewhere", replies Dimitri, "
where I can enroll to become a free man of the universe."