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A young anthropologist traveled to deepest darkest Africa to study indigenous people of the Rainforest.
He hired some native guides and they began travelling upriver via canoe. Before they reached the village where the anthropologist was to begin his studies, drums were heard beating through the forest. Some of the guides looked at each other and one began to whimper.
“What’s wrong?” asked the anthropologist, getting nervous.
The senior guide said, “It ok. Drums not bad. Drums beat for long time. When drums stop… that very bad.”
“What happens when the drums stop?” the anthropologist asked.
Most of the native guides became quite upset at this moment and the senior guide had to raise his voice to restore order.
“No, no! It ok! Drums beat for very very long time. We have nothing to worry about.”
Everyone seemed reassured and the rest of the trip up the river took place without incident. All the while the drums were sounding in the background.
At the village, the anthropologist began studying the small village of Rainforest dwellers, making careful observations and taking meticulous notes, doing his best to remain unobtrusive. Suddenly and without warning, the drumming ceased. The anthropologist had gotten so used to the constant sound of drumming that the abrupt silence was a bit disconcerting.
The natives instantly stopped what they had been doing and began wailing and running around, clasping their hands tightly over their ears and dropping to the ground with their eyes shut, whimpering and moaning.
The young anthropologist looked around for the senior guide. He was on the ground with the rest of the village. The anthropologist ran up to him and kneeled down, shaking him to get his attention.
“What’s going on?” he asked, almost in a panic.
“Drums stop!” the senior guide said, his eyes wide. “You know what come next?”
“What?” the anthropologist shouted, “Tell me, please!”
The senior guide’s face twisted up in pain and he was barely able to whisper…
“Bass solo!”
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