“So there I was, dancin’ on Johnson’s grave… Same Robert Johnson, died early age… Sold his soul to a lyin’ cheat… Played guitar like a bitch in heat,” Skeeter Jackson mumbles in his song, Ants In My Pants. “On that grave was a single rose… There I lyed, in repose… There I was, starin’ at the moon… Did not know ants found me, too.”

“Another true story,” Skeeter admits over cold beers at a dive-bar called The Little Knight in Costa Mesa, California. Thirty miles south of Los Angeles, Costa Mes...