Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

Jim McCormick is sitting in his Metairie living room late at night channel surfing. He stops at the George Harrison documentary, watches for a while, drifting in and out of half-sleep. Gradually, the bearded George morphs into Jesus and reaches out from the TV set to command McCormick: “You will form a band…a band of brothers. You will call it…the Righteo...