Born to vampires in a trailer park in Arizona, Kayce ran away from home at the age of 12 to join the circus as a knife thrower's assistant. In the circus, she met Olida, a tarot reader, who introduced Kayce to the art of voodoo. As Kayce's interest grew, she knew she needed to find her way to the "heart" of Mojo.

Kayce left the circus and made her way to New Orleans, where she worked as a chambermaid in a brothel run by retired nuns. She filled her days with song, singing for pennies on the streets of the French Quarter, where she was discovered by Blackie. The rest, as they say, is history.

Conceived on a pool table in Lucky's Ballroom, born in the backseat of a '61 Thunderbird on Bourbon street and baptized by fire in the swamps near Bayou Lafourche, Blackie learned early never to say no. Especially to little girls in pigtails and plaid skirts.

Some say his father was a '52 Panhead brought to life by a voodoo princess. Others say his father was a plain and simple murderer. Whatever the reason, he howls whenever the moon is full, and screams every time he picks up a guitar.

They say the best ones always go bad. And in the case of the Oil Pan Sluts, there is no question about it. They were high society debutantes, with keys to the city waiting to be hung on their pinkies. But they gave up the white glove life of crumpets and tea for an overalled life of fire and gasoline.

Just days before their eighteenth birthdays, they hotwired the mayor's car, drove it through ballroom of the Trinity Plantation (in the middle of a black tie ball), and headed down they highway straight out of Squares Ville, never to look back.

Born to a santaria priestess in Port of Tampa, Baker came into this world naked, bloody and screaming. After a stint in the Orleans Parish drunk tank - at the age of 12 - Baker found himself in front of the grave of Marie Laveau. No one knows what happened that night, but 13 dead bodies were found in the Iberville Projects and Baker could play like he was posessed by the ghosts of old Storyville.