One day in 1955, 15-year old Doug Ardoin sat down behind a make-shift drum kit, twisted the harmonica rack that he’d fashioned from a coat-hanger around his neck, plugged in his electric guitar and proceeded to blast away, one-man-band style. Ardoin’s stage may have been the outdoor kitchen of his mother’s house in Eunice, but his first crashing chords signaled the beginning of a legacy, that of one of the most end...