A kind of perfection, I think. Right time, right people, right material — firing on all cylinders.

It’s eminently accessible. Overlooked a bit for that. Jazz aficionados occasionally veer into audio habanera territory. Eventually you end up pretending to like some atonal pigpile because it seems more complex than something with a recognizable string running through it.

The smile at the end out of favor, too. It’s not cool to be happy, is it?