His name is Wayne Wilkins. We call him Schwa, Schweenis, Schwaneye, Schweenagog, Waugg, Wilkie Welts, Haldemann, Cosmo, and more.
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He is the oldest living Lemming, and yet he never seems to age. No matter what number we're careening towards, he always gets there first, protecting us from impact like a human shield with great hair. He is a husband, brother, son, colleague, baritone/ bass, best friend you could ever have, seriously... and today is his birthday.
In honor of his Schwa-ness, we offer 3 tributes. The first is an acrostic using one of our favorite Schwa-names, and which was written by all of the Lemmings in one big high buns of creativity.
C is for Circle of Wahhhhhhhkrrrrghhhhhhh, an exercise in sonic distortion. (*Click to hear)
H is for Hot, of which he is Too Darn.
W is for Witch Hazel, whom he channels when cackling.
E is for Ephlats, which we don't hold against him.
E is for Esophageal sphincter that traps his flatus.
N is for Notman, whom he lucked into.
I is for Indigo Girls, which we're pretty sure we'd find in his record collection.
S is for Shutup, which he should do now.
Next, a favorite Lemmings moment starring Wayne: the 1993 debut of "Messed Around". This song is chock-full of lyrics and the audience was chock-full of Wayne-iacs (a new word I just made up), so the Schwee was maybe a bit nervous. The opening is classic.
Finally, a dubious tradition. On his birthday every year, we like to re-circulate this audio tribute to Wayne's morph-able name. it's one take, improvised, with love, but it captures a certain Joie de Schwa. Click here for a SYMPHONY OF WAYNE.
So, Happy Birthday, Schwa! If any of your nicknames were longer, we could have included Coiffure du Schwaneye, RSAs, Oakley, Mocha & Cheeser, the sweet lips that harbour, and much much more. But there, now they're in.
Have a great day, my brother. We love you, you Tote.
And if I may point out, the Ultimate Leader in the background reinforcing our dubious memory of the lyrics with pantomime. "Phone won't ring, fruit won't peel". Priceless- and what a great way to vent subcutaneous anxiety.
ReplyDeleteWayne, cease. As in everything. What a great song.
Happy Birthday, 2016, our little Everready Bunny!
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