Who Are You? Who, Who, Who, Who?

I recently got a pretty good offer to play in a cover band. They make good money and the guys have good reps as people and players. I have been trying to figure out a way to offset some debt we have, and to fill sand bags in our own pesonal real estate collapse. One of the ideas was to play again. I used to make a couple hundred bucks a night, it seemed fun at the time.
Cover music should be taken very lightly. It's good to be a solid player and to there is nothing wrong with playing in bars to people that couldn't deal with graduating high school or college, or the divorce that has put them back out there. Let's be clear, it ain't like you are Springsteen and this ain't the Meadowlands. Dig? If you built Fallingwater out of Lego's, that doesn't make you Frank Lloyd Wright. Still I admire the commitment.
One thing keeps entering my mind: How will this affect the current wave I am riding with my cycling? I have never enjoyed the base miles a much as I am right now. Solo rides are better, group rides are better, I have a new bike, things are good. I don't want to miss a Saturday death march, because I was making middle aged women shake their butts to "Funky Music". Nothing is more important or more telling about who you are than how you spend your time. So I just need to figure out if I want to wear the "Cutters" jersey or the "I'm with the Band" vintage tee.
I am surprised at how little this is bothering me. I was a musician for a long time and it seemed so important then. When you have a good night people clap, fat women tell you how awesome you are in publix, pretty ego building stuff. I think I would rather clean all the obstacles on Live Oak with no one around, or say, kick Darien's ass on a sprint, that's the stuff man.
Keep the gig, thanks for thinking of me though.
W.B.Z.N.