I remember a sunny Berkeley afternoon some thirty-plus years ago.
Sitting in the living room at Ashby House

(first house on the right, heading downhill, after Claremont Ave.;

it's still there, but not as nice:

they added the ugly addition and removed all the leaded glass windows),

listening to Radioactivity, the new Kraftwerk album with my hippie friend, Russell.

Drinking beer, smoking dope and Camel cigarets,

as was the order of of the day every day at Ashby House.

Antenna came on the stereo.

Halfway through the song, Russell started shouting:

"That IS NOT music! I don't know what it is, but it IS NOT MUSIC!"

I'm not sure what he meant. It's my favorite Kraftwerk song.