As I stepped in off the hot street into the dark coolness of the little music store on Main, the first thing that struck me was the silence. There was no music playing, and for a moment I wasn't sure if the place was open. As my eyes adjusted, the next item of interest was the tall lean figure on a chair ahead of me against the wall. He sat with hands draped over knees, slouching languidly. It's difficult to look back now, with affectionate eyes, and see any menace in that shape, but at the time, his very stillness was unsettling. It seemed as if I'd interrupted something.