Kraftwerk – Die Roboter
It was the early 80s and in 6th grade, my best friend Jason and his father had a second home in Berkeley. I started going there with them there on the weekends to escape our rural hometown in California’s gold country and to get out of my single mother’s hair. Down in Berkeley, Jason and I would hang out on Telegraph avenue, sneak into porn theaters, and listen to his older brother’s records–Grandmaster Flash, Einstürzende Neubauten, Talking Heads, and Kraftwerk. For a 12 year old kid from a hick town in the foothills, Berkeley was a priceless education.