If I had to name the most embarrassing album in my CD collection, it might be Sheryl Crow's debut, Tuesday Night Music Club. I liked it well enough when I bought it (I still like that line about being born the day Aldous Huxley died*), but I had no idea how much I'd dislike everything that followed in Crow's career. I have not even remotely considered buying another disc from her since. I do enjoy singing along when "Every Day Is A Winding Road" comes on at the grocery store, but only to change the lyrics to "Sheryl Crow is a whining broad" (and I mean no disrespect toward women; broad just fits the meter well).
But this entry is not about Crow's first album or her whining song. It's about one of the best lyrics I have ever misunderstood. One day "Soak Up The Sun" was playing at the grocery store (perhaps Crow's genre is grocery store music). Then as the song was ending -- always the best part of a Sheryl Crow song for obvious reasons -- I thought I heard her say, "I'm gonna soak up the sun/Got my 45 gun/So I can rock on."
I thought that was the coolest line ever. What a delicious twist! The whole sunny song suddenly turned dark. I could imagine Crow caressing her trusty .45 caliber, planning to launch a killing spree of vengeance against everyone else in the song (after all, she's singing about all the things others have that she does not).
Alas the next time I heard "Soak Up The Sun", I figured out that Crow was singing "Got my 45 on" and that she was referring to a 45 rpm single, not a .45 caliber pistol. Damn, that song could have been so much cooler.
* For anyone who doesn't already know this bit of trivia, Aldous Huxley died the same day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. And for those who believe such things come in threes, C.S. Lewis died that day, too. Someone even based a book on it.