We've had plenty to keep us in busyness. Our humble abode has seen the likes of many and various performers. They keep coming despite the inadequate support from our community. The reason this has worked for so long is complex. Our neighbors are truly selfless homeowners, and very respectable livers. They don't seem to mind our incessant rumblings and awkward ceremonies. The house itself is in a perpetual state of deterioration. We have enjoyed the company of many contemporary songsters and soundsters, all of which bring something new and exciting for us to feast upon. Some people come to the shows regularly, and others have made appearances, but decided not to participate. Participation is a key to this type of art and it is something that we at the Temple are lacking in. Please help us with this, or we will be forced to collapse under the weight of all the mediocre professionals that comprise this city and continue to pollute it with their toxic mimics of art. Maybe I'm asking too much of the anonymous community. Nonetheless we will continue to reap the benefits of the great performance artists that grace us with their pleasance. Some great acts on the horizon include Caboladies, Justice Yeldham and the Dynamic Ribbon Device, Naked on the Vague, White Mice, and others. For those of you who missed the most recent of shows, you should be ashamed. Temple of Bon Matin was the most enjoyable demonstration of Ed Wilcox's latest latency. They killed us all very gently and with much compassion. Projexorcism was there also, bringing with him a vast array of cultural dissemination in the film medium. Even through the thick fog of debilitating illness all performers were keen with expression and the hope for a future came across nun too bland. Thanks for the support from a few desensitized able bodied hominids, and everyone come out on saturday for Radney's SuperUltra Dance Symphony.
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