Originally Posted by
academic punk
This conversation reminds me of an old joke:
An anthropologist is in deepest, darkest Africa, researching and studying the natives. From the time he'd arrived, he could hear the sound of drums off in the hills. "What's up with the drums?" he'd constantly ask. "Very bad if the drums stop." But he could never get an answer as to what would happen if the drums were to stop and why it would be bad.
So after months and months of hearing the drums, asking about the drums, getting the same response about the drums, not getting any real answers about the drums, their significance, and what happens if they stop, well, one day...the drums...just....stop.
The entire village freezes. Men and women stop everything and anything they were doing. They look towards the hills in complete, abject HORROR.
"What?" The anthropologist begs, "What happens now? You always told me it would be bad if the drums stop. Well, they have! Now what???!?"
"Now," the tribal chief responds, "Comes the bass solo."