In the spirit, if not the forum, of the Percussion Recognition thread, I though that I would mention this story:
It happened that a certain man won Powerball. Immediately deciding to spend a portion of his gains on relaxation, he flew to a Carribean island for an overdue vacation. As the plane landed and shut down its engines, he heard a throbbing through the fuselage. Curious, he asked one of flight attendants, “What’s that sound?” She replied, “The drums. Drums stop, very bad”.
Emerging from the plane, he now heard the sounds of the drums clearly. Getting into the taxi that would take him to his hotel, he could still hear them. Speaking to the taxi driver, he asked, “Do those drums ever stop?” The taxi driver shook his head and responded, “Drums stop, very bad”.
Reaching the hotel, the man got out and went into the lobby, where he could still hear the rhythm of the drums. At the front desk, the clerk handed him his room key, and the lottery winner inquired, “I can still hear those drums; don’t they ever stop?” The desk clerk shook his head and said, “Drums stop, very bad.”
Although the room was comfortable and well-appointed, the tourist was unable to sleep that night as the drums continued to pound. The next morning, bleary-eyed, he staggered down to the front desk, where the manager was now on duty. At the desk he complained, “Listen, I couldn’t sleep because those drums were playing all night. Don’t they ever stop?”
The manager shook his head and said, “Drums stop, very bad. Then, bass solo begins”.
“Kings die, and leave their crowns to their sons. Shmuel HaKatan took all the treasures in the world, and went away.”
