Editor’s note by John E. Bialas: I asked Facebook friends last week to name the songs they think are on Captain Tenacious’ Spotify play list, and I enjoyed all the selections because they fit the persona of the retired sportswriter: Most Experienced Playboy in the Western World, 1979 Disco Dancing World Finalist, 1984 Pensacola Twist Contest Winner, 1994 Mississippi Breakdancing Champion, Legend in His Own Dirty Mind and Master of the Quadruple Entendre. Today, he writes about songs on his Spotify list in this quality piece of fine journalism.
By CAPTAIN TENACIOUS
Special to the Broadmoor Bureau
I saw all the Facebook submissions and all of them fit my personality and taste in music.
All the selections are spot-on. They are always streaming on my Spotify, and anyone who knows me knows how much I love streaming if you get my drift.
Thirty-five songs were posted on John’s Facebook and my story features 10 of them.
I am listing each pick this way: The first name of the person who submitted the song, the song on YouTube and my comments below the video.
In 1975, the year the song came out, the ladies called me “The Hustler” for my moves on and off the dance floor.
One more from Freddie
Reminds me of the nights at the Fiesta in Biloxi, where I mixed poppers with Jacks and Cokes.
Whoa baby! Funk me!
My kicks are fast as lightning, although I’m more of a lover than a fighter.
That’s the way I like it, connotations and all.
I can relate to these words: “If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned,
it was what I wanted now.” I say this to myself lying in bed alone and thinking of a Twin Peaks girl.
This song is preparing me for my Roman and Mediterranean holiday in April, when I’ll be on my Continental Love cruise where I hope to meet the Gina Lollobrigida, the Claudia Cardinale and the Monica Vitti of my dreams.
Yep, I am a hugging and kissing fiend.
I got a gal, she lives on the block, she is kind of funky with her pink and black socks.
The ear worm I get from this song is “Stand Really Close to Me.” Close counts.
This ain’t no disco
One song that will never make my list is “Dirty Boulevard” by Lou Reed.
I remember the time I was riding in a car with a couple of other sportswriters and that song was playing. It was ear-splitting and headache-making.
I yelled, “What the hell is that crap? Change the station.”
It turns out the song was blaring from a cassette player and not the radio.
No disco! Son of a bitch!
Image credit: The Trammps perform “Disco Inferno.” This is a YouTube screen grab.