
An anthropologist decides to investigate the natives of a far-flung tropical island. He flies there, and finds a guide with a canoe to take him up the river to the remote site. About noon on the second day of travel up the river they begin to hear drums. Being a city boy by nature, the anthropologist is disturbed by this. He asks the guide, ‘What are those drums?’ The guide turns to him and says, ‘Drums OK, but VERY BAD when they stop.’ Then, after some hours, the drums suddenly stop. This hits the anthropologist like a ton of bricks, and he yells at the guide: ‘The drums have stopped, what happens now?’ The guide crouches down, covers his head with his hands and says, ‘Bass solo.’