Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad.
Postat: mån 14 apr 2008, 08:52
An anthropologist went to Papua New Guinea and landed at a remote airport in the jungle.
From a distance, he could hear drums beating in the mountains.
An officer told him as he went through the security check, "Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad."
He thought this was interesting, but wanted to get to his destination after the long and exhausting flight, and went to get his suitcases and got a cab to take him to the village where he was supposed to go for his studies.
Once in the cab, he could still hear the drums beating and the driver told him, "Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad."
He was even more intrigued, but the driver's grasp of English was far from good, so he decided to not continue the conversation.
He arrived safely to the village, put his things in a hut that had been prepared for him, then went to talk to the village wise man, and the drumming was still going on.
The first thing the wise man said was "Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad."
The anthropologist was bursting with curiosity and said "Everyone has told me that same thing since I came here. What happens when the drums stop?"
The wise man answered, "When drums stop, bass solo."
From a distance, he could hear drums beating in the mountains.
An officer told him as he went through the security check, "Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad."
He thought this was interesting, but wanted to get to his destination after the long and exhausting flight, and went to get his suitcases and got a cab to take him to the village where he was supposed to go for his studies.
Once in the cab, he could still hear the drums beating and the driver told him, "Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad."
He was even more intrigued, but the driver's grasp of English was far from good, so he decided to not continue the conversation.
He arrived safely to the village, put his things in a hut that had been prepared for him, then went to talk to the village wise man, and the drumming was still going on.
The first thing the wise man said was "Drums beating, good. Drums stop, bad."
The anthropologist was bursting with curiosity and said "Everyone has told me that same thing since I came here. What happens when the drums stop?"
The wise man answered, "When drums stop, bass solo."
