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“Underwater Moonlight” by the Soft Boys, released this day in 1980

The Soft Boys released "Underwater Moonlight" 46 years ago today, to absolutely no acclaim from anyone... at the time.

Jangly pop before REM revived that, dark like a Baudelaire poem before goth music hit it big, obscurantist and surrealist (and occasionally as silly) as Bob Dylan 10 years after he was out of fashion, trippy as Syd Barrett while their peers were all listening to punk rock, this might be the worst-timed masterpiece in rock and roll history. To this day, I have never once heard any song from it on the radio, ever. I recall even well into the 90s trying and failing to turn people on to it.

But everyone who knows it, knows.

It was an instant favorite of mine when I heard it 41 years ago, and still is.

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Burning Love

May 13, 2026

I know why some artists burn all their material near the ends of their lives.

I know when I go, I'm tempted to take everything with me. You see some sort of value in anything I did, you should given me some sort of good cheer for it, something I could take some satisfaction from in return, while I was alive. Otherwise, when I go, it goes.

Not that I'm thinking about checking out anytime soon. Or that I'll definitely delete everything before I do.

Perhaps feeling a bit unappreciated, though. I don't do much for anyone's approval other than my own, but enough shows of disinterest from the world at large do occasionally drag even the most self-sufficient of spirits down a bit. And lately, there've been a few.

And as I round the further corners of middle age, still feeling, rather more keenly than I'd prefer, the difficulty…

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This is a test.

April 29, 2026

Once upon an Indieweb dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten CSS,
While I coded, nearly hacking, suddenly there came SYN ACKing,
as if packets gently attacking, attacking at my firewall ports,
"'Tis some webmention", I muttered, "SYN ACKing at my firewall ports,
only this and nothing less."

Eagerly, I wished the morrow, for in vain, I hoped to borrow,
from #Cafe, surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost IPv4—
For the rare and radiant spec whom the angels name IPv4—
This is only a test, please ignore.