In a corner of the bar he plugs in the instrument. People drinking, chatting and having a good time, they don't seem to pay attention to what is happening. Ceiling fans spin, muffling the strong heat coming in through the windows. Some disjointed chords sound through the speakers to tune the three strings, some tapping with the foot testing what appears to be a foot drum kit. Some attendees turn their heads towards the corner and discover the man under some dim light bulbs. The home lights go out and the figure of Jungle Jim Smith, an Australian from the South Gippsland Prom Country, looms attentive to the audience he will have tonight. He drains his glass and leaves it on the floor, turns up the volume of the amplifier and starts with the first song. A few seconds are enough for the murmurs to silence and all eyes are focused on the musician and what is happening on the small stage. Jim can start playing the blues, the electric riffs that he extracts from his cigar box turned into an effercescent machine of the most electrifying boogie that all those people have ever heard. Welcome to the world of Jungle Jim Smith. Fun and dancing is all we need tonight and we have the best shaman in town.