Scribblers Music Review

JMSN, JMSN (Blue Album). JMSN, the artist otherwise known as Christian Berishaj, could be dismissed as a Prince disciple, but there’s more of a Stevie Wonder brilliance to this blend of gospel, soul, funk, pop and poetry. It’s that mix of big cosmic questions (“Ocean”) and compelling overstatements (“I’m addicted to your love”) and ’68 Beatles keyboards and an infinite amount of intiriguing sound samples. So immaculately produced, it can touch you deeply, while also giving you a good chuckle at its overblown majesty.

Turnip Your Doughs

I have a sourdough starter I created years ago, a sturdy rye/potato base inspired by a recipe in the cookbook put out by the Blood Root restaurant in Bridgeport.
Last week I had some turnip water lying around after making mashed turnips for dinner.
This may be a fantasy, but it appeared to me that the resulting loaf baked more evenly, and lasted days longer, than much of the sourdough I bake. I’ve used potato water as an extra ingredient many times, and typically put dried potato flakes in my non-sourdough sandwich breads. But turnip water, no, and I don’t think turnips have the same starchy properties of potatoes. I’m not getting any internet research action on the qualities of turnips in bread dough.
How did it taste? Sour and turnippy. Great for grilled cheese and Tofurky sandwiches. Great for buttered toast. Not so great for jams.
In any case, here’s the recipe. Note that I had yeast in this sourdough. That may seem like cheating, but it’s more about reliability in the rising. I add sourdough mainly for the taste. When I use my sourdough regularly, it can be the only rising agent I need, but gosh, I don’t need it to do everything. The yeast is right there in the refrigerator.

Sourdough with turnip water

Half-cup sourdough starter (mine is pretty heavy, fueled with rye or spelt flour and potato water)
2-and-a-quarter teaspoons yeast (my handy “yeast spoon,” purchased at the King Arthur Flour store)
3 cups turnip water (from the act of boiling turnips)
3 cups (approx.) white flour
1 cup (wheat flour

That’s it. No salt, no oil, no other added veg or fluids.

In a mixing bowl, ake a soft dough that’s not so soft that you can’t knead it with your hands. This can get sticky fast. You may need more flour than I suggested.You don’t have to knead as long as with white or non-sourdough—just so long as it’s blended and smooth and a little sticky.
Roll the dough into a ball, keep it in the bowl, and throw a dishcloth over the top. Let rise for 90 minutes.
After that 90 minutes, punch down the dough, knead it a little more, and put in a loaf pan. (I use a long ceramic loaf pan. Metal pans are not to be used with sourdough. Sometimes I use a rising bowl or no shaping vessel at all, but unless the dough is really firm it’s likely to sprawl a bit.)
Second rise should be 45 minutes to an hour.
Bake in a pre-heated 375-degree oven for an hour. You really want to make sure sourdough is fully cooked through.
Really interesting taste, with the turnip water. I’m going to turn what’s left of my last loaf into breadcrumbs/croutons now.

Rock Gods #343: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

Somebody leash the Doo Doggies! They were unrestrained at the Bullfinch Thursday to the point of nausea. Literally. Dan Doggie (bass) puked on Jim Doggie (guitar) duyring a long, revelatory jam on “Stepped in a Poodle.”
We make them sound like it, but the Doo Doogies is not some catastrophic apoco-punk act. They’re a lighthearted but well-oiled fusion combo. Their name and song titles verge on the ridiculous—unless, we guess, you’re canine.
Tonight: Chelsea Rooney at the Bullfinch, a three-night engagement… AnnieTommy in the doghouse at Hamilton’s… An Evening With V.A. Kay at D’ollaire’s…

Riverdale Book Review

There is an early era of Archie Comics when the one-page gag strips were not titled almost exclusively with rhyming monosyllabic words. I love those rhyme titles—“Wipe Gripe,” “Hit Bit” and the thousands of others—and gleefully list them here on a regular basis. But as the 300-page hardcover Archie Joke Book Volume One: Great Gags from Great Archie Artists (IDW Books, 2011) proves, rhyming titles are not mandated:
Heavenly Daze
Stopped Short
Can’t Dance
Wong Number (Betty calls a Chinese laundry by accident)
Study Does It
A Slip of the Hip
Taking No Dances
Franks a Million
Toss Up!
Blow Up!
First Aid!
Baa-a-ad Boy (a lamb-bleat pun)
All A Loan
Haste Makes Chased
Guard Duty
Idle Idea
Punk-tuation
Water You Know
Sing You Sinner
Meat D’Armour
Fired With Enthusiasm
Alias Mr. Lip
Snooty Snoot
Grundy Punch!
The High Cost of Leaving
Jugly Duckling
I Like Isaac
Picture Puzzle
Dependent Descendent
Puppet Love
House About It?
Betty’s Booty
The Corney Cornetists
The Dickens to Pay (in which Miss Grundy tells Archie and Jughead that they can “raise the Dickens” in the school library, by which she unfortunately means reshelving the complete works of Charles Dickens).
Discharge and Dat Charge
Key to Success (a musical key, that is)
Look the Udder Way
Water Guy
Dirty Dog
Quite a Bit
Acid Test
… and that’s just the first 50 pages. In that sampling, there’s only one title that rhymes: Lunch Hunch.
Archie’s Joke Book Volume compiles, in a different layout format, the first 11 issues of Archie’s Joke Book comics, all of which were published in 1953.

Scribblers Music Review

Michael Feuerstack, “The Devil.” Roots blues/rock simplicity. “The Devil has my love” is the main sentiment. Practically a jumprope rhyme, but with a mean rhythm section. It gets busy and unpredictable eventually, with a wild guitar solo coming in at the third of the song’s five and a half minutes. But it’s that basic no-nonsense tune and lyric that sells “The Devil.”

The Man Who Wrote Too Much

The Man Who Knew Too Much
By G.K. Chesterton

I’ve know about this book my whole life—my parents were both Chesterton fans. I’ve read a lot of other Chesterton, but never this one, and I’d totally blindsided myself about what kind of book it was. Chesterton wrote so many things that I’d figured this for one of his political novels. Which it kind of is, but it’s really a set of short mystery stories with overarching government-corruption and suppression-of-truth-for-the-good-of-the-people themes.
There are some powerful political ideas here. At one point the hero, Horne Fisher, stands for Parliament, running a bold new sort of campaign where he tells the truth all the time and tells his opponents that he’ll happily drop out of the race if they can convince him they’d be decent at the job. Many of the solutions to the separate mysteries involve people in high places excusing the crimes because of the necessity of a cover-up to avoid a scandal or public panic. That these anti-ethical expediencies are set during the First World War adds whole layers of philosophy to the book, about the nature of conflict and patriotism and ego and self-justification and plain old abuse of power. The best of the stories fuse Chesterton’s sociopolitical essays with his ability to construct a compelling whodunnit. The worst of the stories show up the author’s own vanities and bigotries.
So before I opened the cover I thought I was embarking on a literary novel, only to realize that it was light genre fiction, only to realize that it was actually a lot deeper, and a lot more political than Chesterton’s Father Brown mysteries. A roller coaster ride, from a book published in 1922 that I’d always meant to crack.
As for my sense that this was a more sustained work, I think I was confusing this book with Chesterton’s novel The Man Who Was Thursday, which I also haven’t read but have just downloaded and will start soon. Boy, was Chesterton good with titles. (Personal faves include The Thing: Why I Am a Catholic, All I Survey, As I Was Saying, On Lying in Bed and Other Essays, Lunacy and Letters and Come to Think of It). It’s unfortunate that the title The Man Who Knew Too Much was purloined for a couple of Hitchcock thrillers that have nothing to do with Chesterton.
The title confusion will make it that much harder for someone to ever adapt the Horne Fisher stories for stage or screen, which would be cool and apparently has never happened.