Who Are These People?
Your friends and neighbors, that's who. But seriously, the story of the Matador Lounge isn't really all that different from most "boy meets job, boy gets girl, boy keeps on keepin' on" stories the world over. But that won't stop us from telling it. No sir. Or ma'am. Sam?
In The Beginning
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In the beginning, there was the office. The office was void and without decoration. Then El Matador Principal (EMP) said "let there be lavalite," and it was good. The creamy golden goodness of the light gave warmth to the office. Lo and then, inspired by the holy ghost of Miles, did EMP seek out art for the walls. Matador Art.
After a day of fasting and searching over the face of Austin town EMP found the perfect triptych of bullfighting goodness and brought it to the office for display. Lo and then did the lounge become truly The Lounge.
The Matador Lounge is still open for business after all these years, and has expanded in concept from simply a day job to a way of life. Several faces have passed through its doors, but no one who has been a matador ever ceases to be such. EMP has spoken. So it is written, so mote it be.
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The Ubiquitous Vision/Mission/Purpose Statement
If art is where you find it, the Matador Lounge aims to be a vertible junkshop of masterpieces. Found sound, mad images and words that tickle the back of your throat are our stock & trade. And bongo jams a specialty.
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