That night, the drums again kept the man awake for the whole night and in the morning he spoke with the chief. “Chief, please! I need some sleep; couldn’t the drums cease for just one night for my health?”
The chief replied, “The drums must not stop.”
The man, exacerbated, let the issue drop and tried to focus on the day at hand, but could not focus due to lack of sleep and the incessant pounding of the drums.
That night, the beating of the drums left the man sleepless yet again in the morning he angrily approached the chief. “Chief, I’ve just about had it. The drums must stop; it is impossible to get any rest with them!”
The chief replied, “The drums must not stop.”
“Why! Why can the drums not stop? What happens when the drums stop?!”
“Bass solo.”
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Me unworthy.
When I look at what I did with my (88 year) life, when I could have been doing this….
https://youtu.be/AxZWvhGE7CM
The frets. lol
I think I heard this from Sippican: What’s the difference between a bass player and a pepperoni pizza?
The pizza can feed a family of four.