In the late 90s a few of us gathered at our house every two weeks to drum our hearts out. One of our group, Grey Pard, seen here on the far left lived in Seaside and told us a horrendous tale of her roommate receiving death threats from a former boyfriend. She told us about break-ins and stalkings and 2 AM phone ringings with only a heavy breather on the other side.
One Sunday, Grey Pard failed to show up. Even though we'd known her for a couple of years we never knew her last name. We didn't have her phone number. We didn't have her address. We worried about her. She was though an independant woman, a writer with a life full of drama.
Even now we wonder about Grey Pard. Did she just disappear from us? From the world? What happened to Grey Pard? Except for this photo we'd question if she wasn't just a figment of our drama filled imaginations. (others in this photo: Irene, me and our drumming guru, Mary.)
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I remember going drumming with Gram I. I believe i was around 7 or 8. I still remember the sound of the pulsing drums & the voices of all the women there...
Julianne
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