Sometimes I forget just how much I love Kraftwerk.
This summer, I'm teaching at a Shakespeare camp in Lancaster, and part of my job is ferrying groups of campers across town to the theatre's costume shop. With four teenage girls in my car, I threw on a Kraftwerk CD, and it was magic. They even asked me to drive around the block a few times so they could hear more of "Pocket Calculator." Obviously, the girls have wonderful taste; my hope in the teenage population of America is restored.
I don't understand how Kraftwerk makes music so awesome. It's remarkably difficult to do, as evidenced by the fact there are ten thousand electronic acts in the world, and none as good as them, then or now.