Showing posts with label Kraftwerk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kraftwerk. Show all posts

Monday, 17 September 2012

Queen of Cans and Jars

Another instalment in what is gradually turning into a saga - a stubbornly recurring effort to cross-pollinate Guided by Voices and Kraftwerk. Is synth-pop a sign of mid-life crisis?

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Neon Lights

I don't know why, but sometimes I get musical ideas in my head which just won't go away, and this is one. I am a huge fan of both Kraftwerk and Guided By Voices, and sometime back I had the crazy idea to put together "A Salty Salute" and "Neon Lights," and so here it is. I really like it.

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

The Man Machine

In sixth grade, 1974 at MSU Campus School (where I saw Al Jackson many times, without having any idea who he was), our much-harassed music teacher (whose name I can't remember) would let kids bring a record in to play for the class. This didn't happen much, and when it did, it resulted in some predictably dire selections. However, one week, a boy named Robert Grey brought in "Autobahn" by Kraftwerk. I remember a lot of groaning from the class, but I thought it was really cool, and I'd never heard anything remotely like it. It's hard to imagine a world without Kraftwerk, and I guess it's easy to overlook just how profound their influence has been. This two-part documentary brings it all home.

Part 1




Part 2

Friday, 26 November 2010

Different Trains

I just returned from a two-day business trip to Germany, where I always feel compelled to listen to Kraftwerk or "Krautrock" if I have occasion to ride a train. I know that's a painfully embarrassing cliche, but judging from taxi rides I've taken, and the muzak in the hotel I tend to stay in, it seems like the locals prefer 80's rock anthems and the theme from "Dirty Dancing," so I'm happy to let them have their Germany while I keep my own private version to myself. Anyway, I like the incongruity of this mash-up, and the scenes along the railway leaving Victoria are still eerily familiar after all these years.