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Ricky Blue's Other Life
Ricky Blue
Ricky Blue
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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.

Ricky 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.

His columns are archived here

Posted 02.13.03

RICKY BLUE

Ah, the allure of Quebecois separatismo

So many of my Quebecois friends tell me that the dream is over. Separatism is dead. But I don't believe it. And I think there is a reason why Bernie Landry wants to call a spring election because in spring, romance is in the air.

The Parti Québécois has always been good at judging the moods of Quebec. And that means emotions: fears, insecurities, pride, and revenge.

And now romance.

Bernie reiterates the dream of sitting among other nations at the Summit of the Americas in 2006. Oh Bernie, you will take us to that ball? And we will be as beautiful as all the other princesses. Wearing our glass slipper of sovereignty. Can you transform the little Cinderella of Quebec?

Yes, Quebec is North America's Latin Quarter, where romance is alive. And romance is the wanting, the desire not the having. Quebec nationalism is the wanting. Canadian federalism is the having.

We have federalism. It works all right. There are some problems but we can work them out. We will compromise. Committees will be formed. We'll find a way. But Quebec nationalism? Imagine. Anything could happen? We could end up with Belgium or we could end up with Cuba. Who knows? Isn't that exciting? Isn't that romantic?

It is like dating versus marriage.

Federalism is being married. But separatism is being out in Singles City. Can you hear the pulsing throb of the disco beat? Not long ago there were pictures in the newspaper of Bernie with a new babe on his arm saying that he wanted to build up Quebecers' confidence. Yes, there is nothing like having a pretty girl on your arm to build your confidence.

"Am I not confident now?"

"Oh, oui, chéri, oui!"

"They say I am soft on sovereignty. What do you think?"

"Oh chéri, you are not soft."

"What am I? Say it. Say it!"

"You are an ardent nationalist. Take me. Take me!"

"Oh, oui. Oui!"

And meanwhile, back in the federalist bedrooms of the West Island: "Do you mind if I read?"

"No, sweetheart. You go ahead. I'll just fall asleep."

Lucien Bouchard was a nationalist. When he wooed Audrey, it must have been romantic at first. He was so mad and impetuous. You never knew what he would do next. He might what? break up a country? Oh my God! That wild and crazy guy! But then they got married and had kids and suddenly all that uncertainty she used to love about him got very old very fast.

"Lucien, would you just take out the garbage and tell those rowdy friends of yours to go home. It's nine o'clock!"

He had to give up the dream. But most separatists can't give it up. The romance of it all is too intoxicating. They need to feel their pulse race, their hearts skip and their spirits rise. What would they do if it were actually over?

Leaving only the endless drudgery of everyday life. Solving problems. Making a living. Getting up. Making breakfast. Going to work. Managing a province. Coming home. Making dinner. Watching the news. Going to bed. And each day they sleep with Canada, their mate. All the time thinking of the flouncy, floozy Fifi Fru-Fru in a blue negligee who promises them unknown delights.

No, it is not over. So beware of the Spring election. Human nature being what it is, it could easily sweep us away again.
 

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