The American garage teen, a masterpiece of canvas sneakers and natural ripped jeans, shouted insult and love songs through a plastic sheathed dirty screen microphone jacked so loud that the dogs howled. A boy with long hair is the beauty queen of the night scene playing 101, Gdansk and The Campus Queen. Those bars are all dead now. Chics, high on acid, meditated on the tricks of light and sound, smoking deep putting more lipstick on one night in the front row of a show. It was all for show, better than movies or TV.