Blackout On this eerie night, the Clifton shops and streets are dark. Think oil slicks. Tar. "I've had more vivid dreams in the past few days," Chris Haubner says as we cross the street. No "W-A-L-K" letters. Just a black box perched there. Uncle Smokin' Joe (Jim Pross) nods quietly.
My first open mic: The Full Moon Cafe; a sketchy Virginia club where shots came by the glassful. My hands shook. The redhead host, Jane (Radar Rose), cheered me on. That night, I met my future bandmates. Two of us fell in love. Others fought, sure. Like a band would.
The Seedy Seeds have set some astonishing benchmarks for themselves in just three years. Arising from a chance meeting between Mike Ingram and Margaret Weiner at a friend's birthday party, the Seeds have quickly become a scene favorite.