|Cherry: A poet, and he knows it.|
The popular perception is that what separates Cherry from almost everyone else in his position is that his internal wiring system does not include a fail-safe switch, that he draws an average of 1.4 million Canadians every Saturday night who believe what is about to follow is some kind of out-of-body experience, a raw, roiling, undiluted stew of anger and opinion, passion and outrage.
Cherry couldn't disagree more. "I know exactly what I'm saying," he says, "so that when I'm fired, it won't be a slip of the tongue. Everything I want to say, I say."
Some of what's in here won't surprise if you're a Cherryholic - the Lord Nelson at the bridge self-image, the inflammatory rhetoric and the fists-up approach. The Rush Limbaugh/Madden analogy really doesn't work for me either - except perhaps from the self-promotion point of view. Cherry is a unique figure, and although he infuriates at times, life (and HNIC) would be awfully boring without him. The only thing about him that seems contrived is his wardrobe. All caveats aside, it's still a must-read, and besides, it gives an excuse to roll out the latest from The Collected Works of Donald Stewart Cherry, which last season got regular space here:
This, my first Blue
Isn't she beautiful like this
sent in this tie
and I can't remember
I feel bad.