It's interesting how interesting something as non-interesting as corn can be. Thank you, Hollywood. Children of the Corn, Signs and Field of Dreams are my favorite corn movies.
Okay. Billy Joel. Yep, we're going there. I got in to work this morning and decided I didn't feel like deciding what I was going to listen to for background noise all day (who could be bothered to have preferences so early?), so I logged in to Pandora.
(Aside. I wish they had a Pandora-esque site for movies. Like, "I really want to watch 'The Rock' right now, but not." And a computer - boop-boop-boop-boop-boop - would make computer noises somewhere out there among the series of tubes and tell me that I might also enjoy watching "Broken Arrow," "Con Air," or "Face Off." But it might throw a wild card in there too like "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade," because it knows what I really want is Sean Connery being awesome.)
So, Billy Joel. Back on task.
I find that listening to the Billy Joel "station" is the best mix for me throughout a work day. You get some Billy Joel (naturally), Elton John, Beatles, Journey, Duran Duran, Cyndi Lauper, etc. It's mostly upbeat, I know a significant portion of the lyrics and there's a sense of suspense and mystery. So this morning started off with Billy Joel's "Big Shot." Great. That's an acceptable way to kick things off.
And then I realized I've been singing it wrong since the 80s. Originally released in 1978, the lyrics to the chorus are as follows:
Because you had to be a big shot, didn't cha You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't cha All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night
This song, I realized, has absolutely nothing to do with some know-it-all teacher out late at night causing a ruckus. No, instead the misheard portion is the rhetorical, "didn't cha."
I'll add that to the list of things I've been wrong about forever.
 Mind you, I said “significant,” and despite my endearing confusion, I stand by that quantification.