Been awhile since I visited here. I avoided telling the first part of the tale since I would have been seriously retreading ground but for the purposes of this story as it now stands, I'll tell it pretty much from the beginning... This past spring, someone familiar with my past work got in touch with me, wanting me to join their band - the usual type of bar band, which I wasn't really interested in. The guy said he had respect for my playing and felt that I'd be a perfect fit for the group. I asked out of curiosity and courtesy to see the set list, and he e-mailed it to me. The "set list", actually a repertoire of about 75 songs, was OK except for a handful of Skynyrd and hair metal songs that I'd prefer never to play again. Ick. I e-mailed him back and asked him how often those particular cuts ended up being played every night. He said they were pretty much permanent parts of the set list. I replied, "Those songs are why I don't want to play in any more bar bands, so while I'm flattered that you think highly of my playing, I do not wish to contaminate your band by playing songs I cannot put my heart into." I wanted to give him the "replace the Skynyrd songs with Stooges ones and you've got your bass player" line, but I simply wasn't interested. He was bummed out in his reply but said OK and that was the end of it... I thought. The other day, he e-mailed me back, pleading with me to reconsider. I asked why, what was wrong with the guy they had? He responded that the guy they had - a guitar player friend that was filling in on bass - was initially ok but had started the habit of pretending to be Jaco Pastorious during songs whenever he got bored with a song. Been there, heard that before, felt sorry for them... and turned them down again. He then called me, begging me to agree to show up at their next show so that I could take the guy's place on the spot. I replied, "Excuse me, what part of 'NO' don't you understand? I don't like many of the songs in your set list. I don't even REMEMBER how to play some of the songs in your set list!" They: "You've gotta do it, we need a real bass player. That's you." Me: "Flatter me all you want - I'm still not interested. I don't remember most of those old songs - I purged them out of my mind after the last band I was in - and I don't have the time to try to relearn them." (Actually, I probably could have - I learned 30 songs in a day before my first rehearsal with my first semi-pro outfit - but disinterest forced me to stretch the truth here.) They: "But we'll get kicked out of the clubs if we keep the guy we have now." Me: "That's not my problem. I'm not interested in any way, shape, or form in your band or its music. Please don't ask me anymore." And then I hung up. I think I did the right thing the whole time. Opinions?