“You want a beer?” If John knew you, he was not shy about offering a beer and inviting you into his office, which was chock full of papers, memorabilia, and his coveted binder that contained the complete history of Dragon Song from its earliest days – all in picture and article form. The shop ever smelled of incense and cigarette smoke, and was filled with vinyl records, cassettes, CDs, tapestries, shirts, and a host of other gifts and collectibles. Dragon Song was, Dragon Song.