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Bedazzled.tv's DeeJay Spike Priggen at Brooklyn's Sidecar Thursday January 10th

Spike Priggen (AKA "Cookie" of Bedazzled.tv and Scopitones.com) will be DeeJaying at Sidecar on 5th Avenue in Brooklyn every other Thursday starting January 10th. I'll be "spinning" everything from Freakbeat to Dub, up to and including Glam, Bubblegum, Pop-Psych, Sunshine Pop, Garage Rock, Girl Groups, British Invasion, Punk, New Wave, Northern Soul, Ska, Funk, Soundtracks & other great musics of the 60's, 70's, 80's and beyond. Also expect to see some obscure Mod Retro Video action, courtesy of Bedazzled.tv on the monitors. Link to FaceBook Event page.

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The Seeds Pay a Visit : (recounting the actual first time for Sky Saxon and his reformed Seeds in Paris!)

(reedited and corrected from a 2004-01-06 article in "the Lance Monthly on the net") by Astro le Mocker

On June 24, 2003, the Seeds came to Paris. Well, not exactly. We had one fourth of the original band; even Jan Savage, the original guitarist, had to quit after his shows in Spain 'cause he couldn't take it any more, getting drunk all night like he was still 20 and being homesick and all. It was quite an event, considering the fact that it was their first time on our shores some 37 years after they first hit the charts with "Pushin' too hard."

Advertised only a couple weeks before the show, the venue was jam-packed to the rafters, a solid sell-out! Incredible! Hungry fans had been waiting for all these years to catch a glimpse of their favorite garage band. For some it was a dream come true, for others, like me, we wouldn't even have dreamed of such an event in Paris! And so, they came with their sons and grandsons; it was an all-age-encompassing public like the Rolling Stones on a smaller scale, I tell you!

For once, ex-punks, new hippies, garage maniacs, psych-heads, skinheads, groopies, greasers, mods, popsters, executives, rock critics, and mainstream rockers were all united under the banner of the Seeds. It seemed as if they were everybody's favorite Garage-band. Sky was as skinny as a matchstick (the acid drugs, no doubt, keeps you in shape) with his long, straight, straggly hair and a guru beard. He wore a wild tiger, psychedelic-green shirt underneath a grey-striped, prohibition jacket, and silver sparkling, Teddy Boy creepers to boot under black silk pants! He jumped and jerked all over the place like a mad dysfunctional puppet when not sitting cross-legged waiting for the backing band to put the public into a monomaniac trance with an insistent beat. The only problem was that, Sky had lost plenty of his screeching, whining-nasal voice that made the Seeds' records so special.