Cold Open: The year is 1972. It is a balmy night in the bayou. The sounds of the Louisiana wilderness echo through the trees as a shaggy haired man with a guitar on his back treks through the brush toward a small shack located near the edge of a swamp. He walks up to the front door and knocks three times. A woman wearing traditional shamanic headdress and clothing answers the door and ushers the young man inside. He explains that he is in a band, The Lizard Scrots, and that he went for a walk to try to relax before one of their gigs, and he somehow ended up lost in the wilderness. She tells him that he is not lost and this is exactly where he is supposed to be. She is both alluring and eloquent, and the man is easily persuaded to drink a