"My band is a new generation. I have fun with them in the dark. I recreate the lyrical mysticism of my heart and create unexpected situations that gradually shape our style. But that’s not particularly important. The point is in the game. Or rather, in the creativity. The very process of creation awakens dormant feelings and makes them dance before us once more. We follow them relentlessly and thus experience their imaginary content with a taste of reality. Sometimes things don’t go so well. We get fed up with everything and lose our spark. These slumps may be inevitable, but personally they unnerve me and leave me in the uncomfortable position of inertia. So far, we’ve always overcome them, even at the cost of some personal changes. I don’t miss anyone who’s left, and that makes me feel light-hearted. We hardly ever get played on the radio or TV. They’re afraid of our sincerity. Because it burns and makes you feel uncomfortable. When you’re not pure. They say our songs are dark because their own minds are dark, trapped in the closed circle of stupidity and vanity in which they find themselves. They remind me of little people who are afraid of their masters. Except that in this case there are no masters, and only the fear remains. And when they occasionally overcome it, they come face to face with their own mediocrity. Which, in most cases, proves to be an insurmountable barrier. That’s all. Otherwise, the bass guitar is easy to play. You put your hands on it – one on the fretboard, the other on the strings – and: there, there, there. And there are only four strings…” – 30.9.87, Dimitar Voev (21.05.1965 – 5.09.1992), Greetings to the Gods from Me, Litavra 2002.
