It was, admittedly, not the best idea for a photo shoot.

The day was already on shaky footing. Three of the Bluerunners had driven into New Orleans from their homes in Lafayette. Their van had broken down, and another van loan fell through, and they couldn't find a car to transport themselves, a guitar, a fiddle and an old, beat-up accordion.

So they had been forced to rent one, depleting the last of an already strained rock 'n' roll band budget. But not before suggesting to bassist Rob...