What's the frequency, Kakela, not keneth

Er... many years ago, I believe Michael Stipe was thinking about the lyrics of a song and, as a visionaire he is, thought "I'm going to write this song about Raquel on the 17th day of march 2008..."seems ok", that's what he thought.

But for a little disguise he used the name Kenneth...

I don't mind, you can call me Kenneth.

TODAY I RECORDED MY FIRST SUPER HYPER PRO VOICE OVER EVER! A VOICE OVER FROM A FAMOUS GUY. FROM A FAMOUS VOICE. A VOICE THAT'S IN OUR TV EVERYDAY. A VOICE YOU CAN RECOGNISE UNDER WATER. YES!!!!

AND THE BEST THING WAS, I DIDNT MESS AROUND TECNHICALY LIKE I WAS AFFRAID I WOULD! I WAS VERY POLITE AND I SMILED OFTEN TO THE LOVELY ACTOR WHO RECORDED THE VOICE OVER! IN FACT...ok, this this my Lisa Simpson moment, i think i fel inlove with him! i can't help the scottish accent!!!! Ausie accent? RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WWWWWWWWWWWWW

yeah. and he was sooooo funny!

I am absolutly exausted from all the work i had to do today but i'm happy!!!!

Here's the track Michael Stipe wrote for this day 12 years ago (1996?115...1995 isn't it?)

it goes like THIS

"What's The Frequency, Kenneth?"

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh