A man goes on vacation to a tropical island and, as he exits the plane, hears distant drumming. "What are those drums?" he asks.

The flight attendant cryptically replies, "Drums very good for island. When drums stop, it's very bad."

Enroute to his hotel, he again hears the drums. "What are those drums?" he asks.

The cabbie gives the same cryptic reply as the flight attendant. "Drums very good for island. When drums stop, it's very bad."

Checking into the hotel, the man again hears the drumming. "What's the deal with the drums?" he asks the desk clerk.

Again, he receives the same answer. "Drums very good for island. When drums stop, it's very bad."

Curiousity has now gotten the better of the man and he is clearly flustered by the lack of an answer. He storms off and into the hotel bar, smacking his hands down on the bartop and startling the bartender. "What is the deal with the drums?!" he demands.

The bartender smiles and nods, having obviously been asked this question before. "Drums very good -

- I KNOW," the man says sternly. "Drums very good for island. When drums stop, it's very bad - WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS WHEN THE DRUMS STOP?"

The bartender draws a deep breath and swallows hard.

"Bass solo."