You Simply Cannot Hide From the Ugly Truths.

This weekend saw the reappearance of a strange and wondrous Iowa occurence: T.O.C.E. and six of her weirdest acquaintances gathered in the panopticon that is The One Called Bird's playhouse, and banged on several poor, unsuspecting inanimate objects for an even poorer and more unsuspectinger group of humans. This is what T.O.C.E. et al call a "cover band."

The banging of objects continued late into the evening, until, at about 3AM, most folks had left. T.O.C.E was attempting a 2-note version of "Summertime" with a random undergraduate in a Jesus T-shirt while a triad of unnamed bike messengers looked on, eating expensive potato chips. Just another night in the Hawkeye state. Behold photographic evidence.

Covering "Heartbeats" by the Knife...

Acoustic nosie rock. Note The One Called Joon's use of a plastic corncob as a rhythm instrument.