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Catch me Friday, May 7 at CityArts Festival!

Catch me Friday, May 7 at CityArts Festival!

Details:  I'll be I'll be anchoring the Exposition stage and performing a wholly inappropriate set during the Dallas CityArts Festival, from 9-10 p.m. Friday, May 7 at Fair Park in Dallas. Free admission! ($12 to park. Or, ride the DART Green Line.)

Check the CityArts Festival Calendar for more details.

1. Catch me at the Deep Ellum Arts Festival!
2. See me perform Friday, May 2, at Mayfest!
3. This is the Artist’s Underground stage

An unaffiliated SXSW event

An unaffiliated SXSW event

See me from 7:30-8 p.m. Saturday, March 20, at the Red River Art Party, 94 Red River Road at Willow Avenue in downtown Austin, just a couple of blocks from the convention center.

The production will take place on an outdoor stage at the studio of resident artist Mark Goad in the Lightning Flag and Banner building.

It's an unaffiliated SXSW event!

1. Me and Bill make the society page
2. Jammin’ with The Ugly Guys
3. It’s just like being held hostage

Moon cracks Music Alley Comedy Top Ten

Moon cracks Comedy Top Ten

Those of us who work tirelessly in music naturally feel great satisfaction when our years of struggle finally pay off with the recognition we so richly deserve.

And so it is with pride that I announce my cover of a Sinatra classic, (Jerry Lewis) Fly Me To The Moon, has cracked the Mevio Music Alley All-Time Comedy Top 10.

Other than myself, for my spastic vocal performance, I must thank Steve Wheatley of the almost-daily Dalecast for this fantastic honor. I'm now on the chart with a bunch of other stupid songs, more than one of whose titles include references to "boobs."

1. Dalecast: Powerplay payoff for Fly Me To The Moon
2. Dalecast: Top of the pops, Ma!
3. Dalecast: Jerry rides the wave to No. 1

Fan Turetzky Syndrome on Facebook

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 Turetzky Syndrome 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.

1. Twitter nets Turetzky Twestival nod
2. Disturbed: myTunes music critic raises ‘Turetzky Syndrome’ alert
3. An unaffiliated SXSW event

Tyrone Kahn explodes some myths

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.

1. Tyrone Kahn keeps the faith with more Demented music
2. Whooo! Kahn Man drops Season 5 Finale
3. Tyrone sets Kahnmanapalooza, intros new Turetzky bumpers

Screw you, I’m an outlaw, too

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.

1. Watch me open the Duct Tape Gala
2. Me and Bill make the society page
3. Alive and kickin’ with Texas Trevor and W.C.

Think good ol’ boy meets Moldy Peaches

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?

1. Big Phil’s Love Parade: Big Phil meets Long John
2. Today Was A Very Good Day
3. Hyper Nonsense: Payloadz meets the Internet trolley of love

It’s just like being held hostage

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.

1. Snark Tank Radio Variety Hour: A tribute to Ken Turetzky
2. It’s my turn, FDM!SOM!
3. Jammin’ with The Ugly Guys

You nailed the essence of me

You nailed the essence of me

If there's anything I enjoy more than self-promotion, it's promoting podcasters who devote substantial portions of their programs to talking about me.

I struck the jackpot with Michael Angel, host of Michael Angel's Cosmic Grab Bag and benevolent overlord to a modest cohort of Halo Heads, which is the name he gives to the people who download his podcast.

All it took was a few careless lines of criticism in the old Podcast Roundup, and Michael gushed buckets about my own perceived talent as a media provocateur. Takes an unchecked ego to know one!

1. To all the wonderful ladies
2. Big Phil’s Love Parade: Keeping the fun alive
3. The Awful Show: Slow but hilarious — that’s me!