Transylvania

Vlad Damian was born to a noble family in cold and magnificent mountains of Transylvania in the autumn of 1716. He was the only son of Troian, a glorious and cruel Romanian governor, a descendant of Vlad the Impaler. The boy was trained since his childhood to become a warrior like his father, grandfather and great grandfather. Damian was taught military skills and the most subtle art of killing and mastering human souls by best Transylvania warriors! In order to lead his army to conquer northern European lands, Vlad was taught foreign languages, manners and skills appropriate to a true nobleman! Plenty of castles fell to the sword of Vlad. Plenty of villages were burnt by him under the rule of his father Troian. People called him for this "Vlad the Bloodthirsty." However very few people knew that the young count felt great love and passion for music. Secretly he gathered best Transylvania Gypsy musicians, who were notable for incredible virtuosity and skill in playing folk musical instruments. A whisper went around that when count Vlad Damian’s taraf played their music, forests ceased to rustle their leaves, and rivers slowed down their water flows in order to enjoy every single sound, heard from the castle. Governor Troian got very angry when he had learned about his son’s passion, but he did not betray his anger. Cruel Troian considered music to be an occupation for men who are weak and unsuitable for the art of war! After sending Vlad on the next military campaign, Troian ordered all of Vlad’s musicians to be impaled, and so it was done... Soon Vlad returned with another victory and saw his executed friends’ bloody bodies at the gate of the castle. His heart stood still and he felt the desire for revenge. His anger knew no bounds! He cursed every single day spent in this world, his father and his entire bloodline. Since that day no one saw Vlad in the castle again. Rumors had it he threw himself off a cliff and turned into a noisy stream at the same moment. But also there is another legend ... From generation to generation elderly Romanian gypsies told the story of a young man in worn to holes aristocratic clothing. He arrived in the city of Sighisoara near Maramures one early morning. The young man was interested in the certain professor’s whereabouts, exactly professor Constantine Zgomot’s, known at that time by experiments in physics and anatomy. They say the young man gave three gold coins to an innkeeper for pointing out the location of the mad professor’s hideout. Our story begins right here … Nobody knows where and when Constantine Zgomot was born. In the winter of 1699 Wallachia monks found a barely alive boy at the door of their monastery. “Mortis victoris” these two Latin words were written in soot on the old rag in which the boy was wrapped. The monks did not pay attention to this inscription which meant “the conqueror of death” and took care of the boy. That night an old blind monk, Constantine by name, died at the monastery. The boy was given a name in his honor. Since his early years Constantine loved science not related to religion. The boy asked questions which at times were unacceptable and blasphemous at the monastery, and he was often punished. Constantine became an outcast over the years even among his closest brothers and then his only friends were old books, abandoned in the monastery basement. When he was 14 in order to “keep out of mischief” Constantine was sent to London to become a pupil of old monk Elizar. He saw the boy’s gift for science and placed him as an assistant at the Anatomy Department at the local St. Mary’s boarding school. Several years later Constantine developed his skills to become a successful scientist, Doctor of Physics and Anatomy, respected all over England. A high society status and recognition waited for the young man in his near future, but his passion of comprehension of something new ruined his career and Constantine himself. Experiments combining physics and anatomy were not to the scientific community’s liking. Dr. Constantine claimed he was able to revive any dead tissue with lightning discharges. After several violent attempts to demonstrate this experiment to the scientific community the doctor was acknowledged mad and St. Mary's infirmary was closed for good. In 1724 an unprecedented fire occurred in London. The infirmary also burst into flames and most of its residents were burnt alive. Konstantine, being closed in a dark basement, also suffered that fate. But there is another rumor. The story has it that before the fire everything of value and Dr. Constantine’s drawings, confiscated before closing the infirmary, were stolen from the infirmary’s storage. Five years later in the Romanian city of Sighisoara near Maramures, a wanderer, a hermit appeared. A crazy doctor who was tinkering with something mysterious during the day in an abandoned barn, while at night he was wandering through the old city’s cemetery for reasons only known to himself. The people and clergy of the city wanted to banish him, but were afraid to approach him, as he was believed to have a dark spirit living in him. And our story begins right here. TDM (Transylvania Dance Music) - Transylvania modern beat of our hearts. It's Damn Fun!