Seed and Feed Marching Abominable



Best decision I've made in years was joining this band one year ago this week. The Seed and Feed is an Atlanta-based community band with only two goals: making music and having fun.

After having heard them several times over the years (the band's been around since the '70s) I brushed off my alto sax that I hadn't played in more years than I want to think about and am now making music and having fun with these people every week.

We dress in costumes to perform in parades, at wineries, at the Spoleto Festival in Charleston, old folks' homes, neighborhood galas, weddings, bars (we love playing in bars)--really, wherever we get invited (and often paid).



So, for a good time, come out and hear the Seed & Feed. Check our Calendar, it's being updated all the time with new gigs.


This weekend, we'll be heralding Santa's arrival at Atlantic Station Saturday at 6:30 pm. Bring the kids and enjoy the music and fun. That's what we're all about!



A special thank you to our band photographer, Alan Sandercock. He does a great job of capturing our spirit, and took all of the pictures posted here. Check out more of his pictures of the world's greatest band.

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