"I am really interested in what seems like it could be real but isn't," Khaela Maricich told Seattle paper The Stranger earlier this year. "Or what seems hard to believe but actually is true." As the girlish voice and creative force behind The Blow, Maricich has made a career out of subverting expectations: She's an early K Records eccentric who teamed with YACHT's Jona Bechtolt to release 2006's most startlingly fresh electropop LP Paper Television; a visual artist whose music is a psychosexual open-diary reading — a little awkward, a lot hot — and whose live show often consists of her onstage alone, spilling alternately desirous and humorous prose, all while writhing like she's in front of her bedroom mirror using a hairbrush as a microphone. On her pop template and first sort-of hit, "Hey Boy" (off 2004's Poor Aim: Love Songs), over an adorable arrangement of handclaps and toy-robot bass, she wonders aloud why a gentleman never called: "A, you're gay/ B, you've got a girlfriend/ C, you kind of thought I came on too strong/ or D, I just wasn't your thing/ No ring." Since Paper Television's seeming breakthrough, she's retreated, surfacing in 2010 after years of silence with a new partner (conceptual artist Melissa Dyne) and new unreleased songs, written as fodder for a pseudo-imaginary pop star (spoiler: it's Lindsay Lohan) and unveiled in a series of site-specific concert installations in rock clubs, music halls and museums. Try not to fall too hard; you'll only break her heart. Love Inks opens. Tickets $10. — Noah Bonaparte Pais

July 6

The Blow

10 p.m. Wednesday

One Eyed Jacks, 615 Toulouse St., 569-8361; www.oneeyedjacks.net