Dude gets off his flight at some African holiday beach resort. He hears drums, lots of drums, pulsing gently in the distance, and he knows he is in Africa.
He gets to his hotel to check in and again, drums, cool bananas. By the pool with a cocktail, you guessed it, drums and more drums. Dinner is accompanied by drums. Back at the bar, no letup.
Come bedtime and our tourist can't get to sleep for the incessant beats from the jungle. He goes down stairs to complain to the concierge and see if they can quit it for the night.
''Sir, drums are good! Very good Sir! When drums stop very bad. Never want drums to stop!"
''Why the heck not, I can't sleep!"
''Sir when drums stop, then we get the bass solo''.