Rick Blue's Other Life
Ricky Blue
Rick Blue
is a Montreal-based humorist, singer, and writer. He and partner George Bowser are the famous Bowser and Blue comedy act. Here's his bio from their Bowser and Blue website.

Rick Blue was born in Liverpool, England, but raised in Maine, New Jersey, and Toronto. He has an MA in English from Concordia University. He has been involved in bands and media music in Montreal for over twenty years. In 1981 he won an international 'Clio' award for excellence in advertising.

He once appeared on television naked.

His life had no real meaning, however, until he began to play with Bowser and Blue. Rick plays guitar, mandolin, and harmonica, and sings in a rather pleasant baritone when George will let him.

He is also a columnist for Montreal's outstanding West Island Gazette..

His LCC columns are archived here

Posted 07.28.15


Ahhh, summer evenings

MONTREAL | So I walk out of my surburban house on a sweet summer night. And I have to stop. I have to ask myself: "What am I feeling? And why?"

There is something sensual about a summer night. I was going to say "erotic," but I realize this is a family section and - - never mind, too late!

There is something erotic about a summer night!

Is it because nature is at its fullest? It is so lush and abundant, the benevolent mother of us all.

Is it the scent in the air? All the plants are emitting carbon dioxide. It is euphoric. Maybe I'm getting a buzz? I think I can actually smell the "green."

Is it the feel of the air, so soft and humid? It holds the gentle moisture that caresses my face. It is warm and willing, and it welcomes me. It feels like it is trying to persuade me to stay outside, maybe all night long.

"Don't go yet, cherie," it whispers, like some lover in a romantic novel. Yes, it talks to me. And for some reason it has a French accent.

The feelings it gives me bypass my rational, conscious mind and go directly to the emotional zone. Zing! And what a churning mass of libidinous chaos is contained in there.

They stimulate memories from long ago. Oh, to be young again on a summer night! I can still feel it after all the years. And I am so glad that I can. It so proves to me that I'm not done yet, that I am still alive.

I remember being young on summer nights, in the darkness of the moonlight, full of an innocent longing and desire. There was always music playing, even if it was only in my head. I was always looking for something, even if I didn't quite know what.

It is a timeless state in which to be, or perhaps more accurately, a reoccurring state, which, I suppose, is the same thing. And I know we have all been there, to a greater or lesser degree. We have all felt that primeval mystery that is the essence of a warm summer night.

It resonates with something deep inside of us. It connects us through time with the ultimate vitality of our biological being. It connects us with, to quote Dylan Thomas: "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower."

I came of age in the suburbs. But even now, so many years later, I can feel that force whenever I leave my house on a sweet summer night.

To read Rick Blue's complete column on the West Island Gazette, click here Rick Blue in the West Island Gazette
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