Blind Carbon Copy
(appears courtesy of the MPD Players, under the management of Carrie Berry. There is some fiction and some truth in all MPD characterizations, though any similarity to persons or characters outside of Carrie's head is purely coincidental.)
    Interview of Blind Carbon Copy for Gator Springs Gazette Blues Edition
    by Electra Hemingray

    When I stopped into the Novellas County General Store to pick up some rosin for my ondes martinot I heard some seriously melodious blues strains coming from the back room. There I noticed a most curious gentleman who was strumming quietly while a very strange lady asked him questions. Hey, I thought, to myself - this is an interview thing going on - I may as well get in on the act. So when she left to go to the ladies room, I did:

    EH: Hello, there sir, may I ask you a few questions while your friend is powdering her nose?

    Bcc: Surely, dear - but I think she's going to the bathroom. She spends a lot of time in there, you know.

    EH: No, I don't know - who is she, anyway? And for that matter, who are you?

    Bcc: She's Tonya Judy, editor of a zine called Flush Fiction Magazine. She seems to have a fixation on fixtures if you get my drift. And I'm Blind Carbon Copy. You can call me Blind.

    EH: Blind! That's a strange name - surely not your real one.

    Bcc: Oh, it's real enough, but I been called plenty things over the years. Been around a long time, you see. People, other people, they come and go. They calls me different things - doesn't really matter, but I always been blind, so Blind is just fine. My close friends call me Blind Baby, B.B. or jest B.

    EH: Well, what do you do Blind? I see you play the guitar - that sounded like a blues riff, but it had a laughing quality. Strange, but nice.

    Bcc: Thanks. Is nice, ain't it? I call it my Happy Blues.

    EH: Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron?

    Bcc: I suppose it could qualify, but happiness and melancholia, while somewhat incongruous or contradictory when linked together, are not that far apart on the spectrum.

    EH: Blind Baby! Are you pulling my leg with this simple language of yours? What are you, some kind of Phd or something.

    Bcc: Phd. That's like BS only piled higher and deeper, right? No, like I said, Miss - sorry, I didn't get your name.

    EH: Electra. Electra Hemingray.

    Bcc: Like I said, Miss H. I been around a long time. I got my education just being alive and travelling. I've met some of the most interesting people you could imagine. Just now, I'm getting a lot a gigs with this blues thing - people expect a certain presentation from a blues man. I give em what they want.

    EH: Cool. So what about this Tonya Judy person? How did you happen to meet her?

    Bcc: Ah, Teejay. I met her through a mutual friend, Carrie Berry. Teejay started this web zine, see, which was originally based on flash fiction. As a sort of zine warming gift I wrote Flash in the Pan Blues for her. Like to hear it?

    EH: Sure, you can play it for me later. But she'll be back soon, let's just talk now. Do you write anything else?

    Bcc: Oh, I like to tell stories. My grandmother used to read to me before she died. I never learned how to read or write so I rely on other people. Sometimes I make up my own stories from all the things I remember. That's one of the reasons they call me Copy.

    EH: Most interesting. So why is this Judy person interviewing you now?

    Bcc: Teejay. Don't let her hear you call her Judy. Well, she asked her zine contributors to write about Darwin, of all things, for her December issue. Whether he was a scientist or a philosopher. I said he wasn't nothing but a smartass kid. So she got interested.

    EH: A smartass kid? Darwin? He's been dead for more than a hundred years.

    Bcc: Yeah, I guess so. Only 73, he was then, but a smartass till the end. I miss him, though.

    EH: Oh, come one, now. You're pulling my leg - you didn't know Darwin. Just how old are you?

    Bcc: Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway. Here comes Teejay.

    EH: I don't see her. How do you know she's coming?

    Bcc: I can smell her - she has a nice smell, like honey. You smell nice, too - like cinnamon and coffee.

    tj: Hey, Blind. Two-timing me while I'm gone, I see. Introduce me to your friend.

    Bcc: This is Electra Hemingray. We've just been having a little chat. Electra, this is Teejay.

    EH: Nice to meet you Miss, er Teejay. Blind has been kind of enough to answer a few questions for me. I'm a reporter for the Novellas County Gazette.

    tj: Electra Hemingway, huh? Related to Ernie?

    EH: Christ, it's HemingRAY, with an R. Ernie Hemingway is the editor.

    Bcc: Junior? How did he turn out? I remember how proud Papa was when her heard he was born.

    tj: Well, I don't want to seem rude, Electra, but I'm on a tight schedule and Blind and I still need to finish this interview. You can read it in the December issue of Flush Fiction. Maybe you can give it a mention in the Gazette - a fine rag, btw.

    EH: Thanks, Teejay. And thank you Blind. I hope to see you again real soon.

    Later that evening, I stopped by Blind's apartment for some pizza and a personal performance of Flash in the Pan Blues. And he told me some things you would never believe. Never.

    © Electra Hemingray interviews Blind Carbon Copy/Carrie Berry 2001

This interview first appeared in the Blues edition of the Gator Springs Gazette.

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