It seems odd that anyone pays ten dollars to sweat it out in this cramped, crowded building for a couple of hours. But these people do it with joy. They see it as a wonderful investment in their musical subculture; a mindless, feeling adventure that will carry them through the week, until the next event. Security opens the doors and the crowd sta

Some people dance while others find a comfortable spot on a loveseat or at a table to feel the words in the songs. The intimate connection with the artists thickens the air. As the air thickens, it seems to be heavy, weighing on the shoulders of the crowd. From a distance it would appear to be a cloud of positive energy lingering in the deep red sky of the Temple Bar.

There is a synergy between the performers and the crowd, creating a mix of emotions. Whether the song is positive, negative, sad, joyful, or, angry it seems that each member of the crowd can relate on a personal level. It’s not just another marketing scheme where a huge record label pays for an extreme amount of promotion so that they can make a profit. It’s not Hollywood at all, only real enough to be described as raw creativity being expressed and felt.

On the trek from the car to the long line in front of the club usually about five homeless people solicit. Once at the door the fee is ten dollars to get in, a small fee for an evening of magic

There is something special about a place causing a feeling of freedom. Having the ability to share this special feeling of freedom with a whole group of people that you may have never seen before in your life and perhaps will never come across again has to be special, right? The Temple Bar is a beautiful place in the eyes of someone who really loves it enough to look past what it really is.

After buying drinks, you may find yourself walking away now having invested about thirty-five dollars, depending on who you are and how much you drink. And it may depend upon who you’re with - because they may be very generous that night and let you get whatever you want.

The Temple Bar is somewhat worn from the back-to-back daily shows and people coming and going. The carpets are frayed in spots, and the furniture and woodwork have minor scars and scratches that tell the visitor the place is well used. It’s almost like there’s not enough time to clean and do repairs. Coming here costs more money than one would expect from its appearance - and can be quite inconvenient. Parking costs about ten dollars, and is a five-block hike from the club.

Some may have negative views about The Temple Bar. Maybe they see it for what it really while others find it to be a place of solitude. I

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