Woundwort looks around in satisfaction as the Cantina begins to fill up with customers. Sensing the need to add a little more atmosphere, he punches a few buttons on his wrist-computer. A few minutes later, a band of familiar-looking aliens takes to one of the side stages. They warm up their instruments and strike up a tune...
MIDI (zipped)
[OOC - Sorry it's MIDI, but I couldn't find one in a better format...]