I remember a weekend I spent in Naples with Sean Connery. We had been drinking Grappa for hours on some extravagant sailboat in one of those fucking canals while naming fish for some scientific journal. It was all very posh, except I kept farting this whistle noise. Sean would yell at me that I was scaring the fish and we would be out here another week if I couldn't change my tone. The real problem was I couldn't understand his slurring talk and thought he wanted a fight. Needless to say thats how the bass got its title.