The band that my wife and I are in played a benefit concert last week and earned $190 for the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society. That's me on the right with the zoned out look on my face.
A guide was taking some men through the jungle, and in the distance they heard drum beats. The guide told the men not to worry, the drum beats were a good sign. Suddenly, the drums stopped and the guide gave the men a look of terror. The men asked what was wrong and he said, "now the bass solo will begin."