There's this intersection in Menlo Park where, 8/10 times I've been stopped at it, on some radio station is playing "Danny's song." I was trying to explain this phenomenon having forgotten that the song was called "Danny's Song." It was like some sort of folk/rock who's on first.
Me: ...I'm blanking on the name. "Daniel's song"?
SIL: You mean "Daniel" as sung by Billy Joel?
Me: That's Elton John; Are you thinking of "Anthony's Song?"
SIL: No, the song about Daniel traveling tonight on a plane.
Me: Ah, not it. There's a possessive name & a kid born in it.
SIL: hmm... Cat's in the Cradle?
Me: *exasperated* yes. Cat's in the Cradle. To the internet!
This vignette has been brought to you by the corner of Ravenswood and El Camino Real. Cat's is a contraction for Cat is, not possessive like Cat's Cradle. Also, Cat Stevens/Yusef Islam has never sang it, despite the mislabeling in my playlist.
Also, how delightful would it be for Jim Cramer to dress up like present day Billy Joel for Hallowe'en? (The correct answer is: just as delightful as Chick Corea dressing up as Edward James Olmos, and vice versa.)