Fan Turetzky Syndrome on Facebook

Thank goodness Facebook has gotten so hot, because I’ve been on Twitter for months now — blogging for even longer — and I’m so bored with those stuffy old media.

I think Facebook is here to stay, though, so I’ve broken ground on a Band Fan Page. Fan to follow all the action.

I’ll be posting gig reports, images, audio and video and inviting comments — you know, pretty much the same crap I do here.

So, come on over. And for old time’s sake, follow me on Twitter at . If you’re really old and out of touch, friend me on MySpace at .

Posted in: News at 12:49 am Tue, Feb 9, 2010.

Tyrone Kahn explodes some myths

My pal Tyrone Kahn has a thing about profanity, at least where Kahn Man’s Comedy Corner is concerned, because he considers his monthly podcast to be family entertainment.

For example, Tyrone has created his own backwards version of the word shit, which he pronounces as yaish. Nobody’s the wiser, eh?

Farts are another story. On the phone, Tyrone farts frequently and without shame. “I can smell that one from here!” I tell him, while marshaling my forces for a return blast. Continue reading

Posted in: Interviews at 12:39 am Wed, Feb 3, 2010.

Screw you, I’m an outlaw, too

One thing that was obvious to me as I watched Ray Wylie Hubbard grind out his driving, bluesy anthems on a recent Saturday at Bill’s Records, is how these outlaw country artists really live the genre.

Bandana-wrapped, bristly, beery (or recovering from a life of beeriness), Ray Wylie and his junior outlaw pal, Guthrie Kennard, would rock day and night, even if KHYI 95.3 FM didn’t sponsor their shows, or fans didn’t pack the house to listen. Continue reading

Posted in: Gigs at 3:51 pm Tue, Jan 26, 2010.

Think good ol’ boy meets Moldy Peaches

I get a nice plug from Around Town reporter Lyndsay Knecht Milne at nbcdfw.com:

SNARKY FOLK: Sirius XM pseudo-celeb Ken Turetzky plays the anti-folk version of acoustic comedy. Think good ol’ boy meets the Moldy Peaches, and you’ll have an idea of what to expect. Hear his set pettered with four-letter words at Half Price Books on Northwest Highway, 7PM.

Now, who the heck are the Moldy Peaches? Continue reading

Posted in: Gigs at 1:57 pm Thu, Jan 7, 2010.

It’s just like being held hostage

I’m well aware these open mic sessions can drag on, as with a holiday party where you don’t know anyone and you spend the last hour plotting how to sneak out the front door like a burglar.

In fact, I recall one particular evening at the DFW Songwriters Open Mic when, about three hours into a two-hour event, a large fellow in a hoodie stepped up to the microphone, said, “My name is Lamar and this first song is called I Miss You,” and for the next 30 minutes entertained us a capella with a quavering falsetto that never quite found a melody.

I felt like a hostage. Continue reading

Posted in: Gigs at 5:04 pm Wed, Jan 6, 2010.