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Original trop-rock

Songs from the dock. Not a costume.

Captain Johny writes Gulf trop-rock the way he writes novels — Tampa water, Tampa jokes, nobody else's catalog. These are original songs. If you came looking for a machine that sounds like a famous dead man, keep walking.

Original instrumental bed. Water, nylon, no covers.

Pass-A-Grille Sunset

Pass-A-Grille Sunset

Play · Pass-A-Grille Sunset

Pink Palace lobby, five o'clock light

Two glasses sweating, she's laughing just right

Over forty summers and I still lose the thread

When Miss Terry looks over and tilts back her head

Then it's off down the boulevard to Mally-o's Beach House

Where they say, "Captain Johny, Miss Terry — we've got your table"

Candles and grouper and a red wine view

She said, "Captain Johny, you starin'"

I said, "Guilty as charged"

Some men chase the horizon

I just found mine at the bar

Pass-a-Grille sunset, sand still warm on our feet

The Gulf turning copper, the whole town gone sweet

Somebody's ringing that old bronze bell

Ten times, twelve times, fifteen — I can't tell

'Cause I'm lost in her pretty brown hair instead

Pass-a-Grille sunset and Terry by my side

Every single evening, the same golden tide

The sun goes down easy, the bell says goodnight

And I fall for her again, right on time

Paradise Grille, nine hundred Gulf Way

The crowd gets quiet like the end of a play

They pick out a stranger to stand on the sand

Some kid from Ohio with a bell in his hand

And Terry leans in, says, "You'd never get chosen"

I say, "Darlin', I got picked back in Tampa, and I'm frozen"

She rolls her eyes the way that she does

Over forty years later, that's still what love was

Pass-a-Grille sunset, sand still warm on our feet

The Gulf turning copper, the whole town gone sweet

Somebody's ringing that old bronze bell

Ten times, twelve times, fifteen — I can't tell

'Cause I'm watching that golden tan glow instead

Pass-a-Grille sunset and Terry by my side

Every single evening, the same golden tide

The sun goes down easy, the bell says goodnight

And I fall for her again, right on time

I've watched a thousand sunsets from a helm out at sea

Not one of them ever looked back at me

But she does

Lord, she does

Pass-a-Grille sunset, sand still warm on our feet

The Gulf turning copper, the whole town gone sweet

Somebody's ringing that old bronze bell

Ten times, twelve times, fifteen — I can't tell

Terry, take my hand

And we're sailin' home again

And we're sailin' home again

On vinyl, the singles, and in the book.

Pass-A-Grille Sunset sleeve

The second single. Pink Palace light, a bronze bell, and Terry by his side.

Wasn't Me sleeve

The first single. Three minutes of Johny's weather, Johny's voice, nobody else's catalog.

Captain Johny

Docked at Ballast

2026 · Vinyl

Nine original trop-rock songs from a Tampa dock. Johny's weather. Johny's water. Nobody else's catalog.

Captain Johny

Outgoing at Dusk

2026 · Vinyl

Eight slower songs for the light that makes snook stupid and people honest.

The Ballast Songbook

Lyrics, charts, and the notes in the margin. Leather enough for a wet cockpit.

The songbook