Tokyo Rose in New York

I walk to the concrete steps of Washington Irving High School and I know I’m out of place in a tie and a collared shirt. The prevailing motif is 1960s shag: denims, T-shirts, floorlength baggy dresses, and lots of hair. “Those with tickets line up on the right,” says a stern-faced organizer.

“How do I get in if I have no ticket?” I ask him.