It was Rochester, NY in the 90s when KooKooBoy hula-hooped his way into our hearts and turned the underground music scene into a playground of theatrics with his trademark bleached hair, liquid blue eye-shadow, striped shirt and little black boots. Think Debbie Harry fronting The Animals at a carny show. No wonder that a city built on Kodak film would cast the spotlight on this post-punk waif whose persona flickered between Fellini’s La Strada and Jean Seberg’s, Saint Joan.