I'm so sorry kids. But I'm afraid that the vast majority around here who have ever claimed that the music I share is too old and that's why you don't know it, it's nothing more than for the fact that you are too young as to have a close reference with good music. Or even, enough musical experience as to minimally know and identify the true origins of the music you hear today. And overall, about the many different phases and facets it has gone through over the years until reaching what you think you know as music today. By instance, «Cosmic Music» which casually is the one I came here to talk to you about today. But allow me to explain myself a little better:
Obviously there are and have been multiple and diverse genres, styles, trends and musical disciplines. And therefore, also many different origins, influences, variations, combinations, distortions and derivatives in the music you hear today. Although I'm not really referring to that today. So, let's leave all that behind. Since what I have referred to in the first paragraph is not music in general but what many of you know today as Rock music. Yeah, merely Rock music alone. Not the gazillion of different Rock versions, flavors, spices and variants that you know and taste today.
And for that I have brought you today one of those exotic, lesser-known gourmet dishes of Rock within its culinary musical history that most likely many of you have never tasted or knew that it exist or have existed before. "Cosmic Music aka 60s Krautrock"
And for which and next below. I will begin by first giving you a brief didactic introduction on the matter to start going acclimatizing your rustic and sylvan Rock musical palate before giving you the sybaritic banquet that I wanted to share with all of you today at the end for this Three Tune Thursday in its Week 158 edition. Enjoy!
«Krautrock»
Oh yeah! let's start the Krautrock bacchanal right away:
«CAN»
«BIRTH CONTROL»
«KRAFTWERK»
PD. For my countrymen from Caracas:
Para mis paisanos de Caracas:
Si ninguno de ustedes llegó a agarrar nunca una buena pea tomando guarapita de berro y malojillo del médico asesino en una de esas vacas colectivas que siempre hacíamos entre todos para armar uno de esos tantos memorables bonches matutinos e improvisados jubilándonos del liceo para lanzarnos una de éstas rumbas de «Cosmic Music» de la época hasta el amanecer. Entonces... ¡Que va mi pana! a mi no me vengas con cuentos. Porque si nunca te zumbaste una del médico asesino mientras rumbeabas, entonces no hay manera y tu no puedes saber un carajo de los orígenes del Rock!
Until the next week music lovers! 
«««-$-»»»
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