Xiu Xiu at Empty Bottle

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$15 (advance), $17 // 21+XIU XIU-------------It could be handfuls of redsIt could be turning Caravaggio’s Boy with Basket of Fruit to face the wallIt could be a commission by the Guggenheim entitled Deforms the UnbornIt could be the demon Vetis, whose friends call Him The Life PromiserIt could be that in 1918 a pregnant Mary Turner was hung upside down from a tree by a lynch mob while they cut out her fetus & that this could happen today, as it did then, without consequences for whiteyIt could be handfuls of natural pearlsIt could be collaborations with master Haitian drummersIt could be doing the wrong thing together foreverIt could be long lists of how The Devil’s acts towards children before, during & after their possessionIt could be short lists of produce, insects & imagined blues musiciansIt could be handfuls of an insane 9 year old's feces smushed on the lunch tableIt could be a psychedelic Chicago house song about a pig & about your parentsIt could be your dad’s new husband gave you his boyhood violaIt could be a collaboration with master Yoruba drummersIt could be handfuls of cactus spines & a poison dartIt could be your sister has cancer & they keep chopping parts of her body offIt could be a conscripted arco bass piece that was a dedication to Turkish feministsIt could be Jack Smith has a film called Normal LoveIt could be scisssssssors, air conditioner tubes, glasses of ice & seashellsIt could be handfuls of hot pink Make Noise 1/8inch audio cablesIt could be that Nature is making it clear to us that we deserve it and that we are making it clear to Her that we are ready, ready to goIt could be a short novel called The Rhythm Section Talked about Drugs, The Horn Players Talked about Ass & The Strings Talked about MoneyIt could be improvised vocals by Elliot Reed & orchestrated vocals by Eugene RobinsonIt could be that European religious paintings of male martyrs depict them surrounded by chubby, adoring angels, everyone’s tearful mothers & converted sex workers dutifully sponging out their holy & shallow woundsIt could be that European religious paintings of female martyrs depict them with their nipples being torn off, throats branded & their naked torsos flayed while they are totally alone aside from the men torturing themIt could be handfuls of Diamanda Galás & Roy Orbison action figuresIt could be that despite the confusion of this life, people who can still truthfully call themselves human try to push through 2019’s collecting horrorIt could be slowed down & fuzzed out field recordings of disappearing frogsIt could be flat purple & black or glossy black & purpleIt could be mescal in a bottle & baby on a boob, hair dyed blonde for nobody, nobody moveIt could be handfuls of that you just have to stop being a wuss & deal with itIt could be…