In the first 15 years of my life I was innocently breathing in the purity of fresh air on the outskirts of a miners’ town – Karpinsk, Russia. Overdosed on that fresh air I decided to go to the Ural’s capital – Ekaterinburg, Russia (it was Sverdlovsk then). I got a place at the chemistry department of the Ural State University to fulfil my life’s dream to become a scientist. There, I gained professional knowledge and met a myriad of wonderful friends, most of them didn’t have any connection to the natural sciences. They introduced me to an amazing world of music which led me to becoming a sound-operator.
After spinning the CDs behind the scenes I decided to try myself as a “talking head” at radio “Jam” now extinct. Too much of Russian pop “helped” me to migrate to another local radio station called “Avtoradio” where I spent a couple of years and at the same time pushing the boundaries of science further (hopefully forward).
Finally, I got my MSc and the next crazy decision was to start a PhD. It took me 4 years at Sunderland University (one could find it on a map in the North-East of the Albion. And there isn’t much sun there but thunder) in order to change two letters on my debit card from Mr to Dr (I did it straight after).
My addiction to music was so strong that, needless to say, I had to find my next “fix”. And it was found in a slightly different form – djing in bars of Newcastle and beyond in my spare time from chemistry.
And here I am, back on air, here on KAZA FM radio after 15 years of radio silence broadcasting in Russglish.