The unintentionally perfect finales will probably become another one of my controversial categories on this blog, since I basically declared that some musicians should have ended their careers at an earlier point. For instance, let's say you concluded with an album that wasn't really you at your best, though you still showed the reasons people like you. The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees by the Monkees, of course, might be one such case. Mind you, their consequent works didn't demolish their legacy, yet they didn't add that much either. However, their struggles predicted a career arc of a typical prefabricated musical outfit. They were one of the better from the category, though they inadvertently established the rules many of the similar proposition go through.
West Coast jazz has it’s share of talented musicians and gems. „The swinging Mr. Rogers” by Shorty Rogers and his giants (1955) is a perfect example of both.