The first time Jerry Roslie opened his mouth to sing on a stage, he knew he had something special. Roslie -- the demonic shredded-blues howler of Tacoma, Washington garage-rock legends the Sonics -- was sixteen, playing with a high-school combo, when the guitarist told Roslie to take a turn at "Louie, Louie." "They start playing, I start singing -- and everybody in the band turned around and walked toward their amplifiers, away from me," Roslie recalls, laughing, "I didn't make it halfway throug...