Something that I posted a few years back.
Long ago, a humble bassist found a set list that had 'Mustang Sally' , 'Sweet Home Alabama', 'Brickhouse', 'Old Time Rock N Roll', 'Brown Eyed Girl', 'Margaritaville' and 'Hard to Handle' inscribed on it. The bassist thought he had stumbled upon a treasure. A treasure that would give him the greatest power in Music Earth. Using 'The Set List', this humble bass player formed a band and they started gigging and doing pretty well. Even though they got bigger and better gigs, the musicians were actually cursed. Each time they played from 'The Set List', a part of their soul was destroyed.
The bassist knew 'The Set List' was cursed, but each time he tried to destroy it, a drunk would come out of nowhere and put money in the tip jar. The bassist then decided he would give 'The Set List' away, but each time he did it would return to him. Not only that, it would multiply and whomever had possession suffered from the same curse. 'The Set List' as it got passed around and multiplied over time, gained new powers of damnation through additional songs like '867-5309', 'Jessie's Girl', 'Summer of 69' and 'Don't Stop Believing'.
'The Set List' grew so powerful that its evil was destined to destroy all of Music Earth. A Fellowship of Musicians was formed to finally destroy 'The Set List'. The fellowship consisted of The great Jazz piano Prodigy of the West, the Indie drummer from Thunder Mountain, the Prog-Rock guitarist from Secludia, and the humble bassist from the Basement Shire. Their mission was to return 'The Set List' to its birthplace, the fiery hell hole known as Cover Dale. The journey was treacherous and all but the humble bassist succumbed to alcohol, drugs, loose women, cranky soundmen, and shifty agents.
The humble bassist ventured alone toward Cover Dale to save Music Earth. On the way, he met Craig List, a delusional and demented soul who was one of the original owners of 'The Set List'. Craig offered to help the bassist, but his scheme was to steal 'The Set List' so that he could return to the dive bar he once played Thursday nights at. Craig did manage to get the list at one point, but his soul was so rotten that he disintegrated at the first notes of 'Sweet Home Alabama'. Alone once again, the humble bassist made his way toward Cover Dale.
At the gates of Cover Dale, the humble bassist was met by a horde of drunks, booking agents, and bar managers all clamoring for songs off 'The Set List'. The bassist fought his way through an army of drunks that were attacking him with vomit, unintelligible requests, and singing along to songs on 'The Set List'. After barely surviving the relentless barrage of attacks, the humble bassist finally found the fiery pit that could finally destroy 'The Set List'. Just as he was about to throw the cursed tome into the pit, a drunk chick flashed her boobs at the bassist with a $20 in her cleavage and he lost 'The Set List'.
'The Set List' is still floating out there, consuming the humanity of all who try to harness it's power.
Love em or hate em they fill the dance floor every night and usually results in more bookings for the band. Those three songs are part of the reason I have a full schedule with the band.
