There is a moment, a single, fleeting moment, in “Louie Louie, by the Kingsmen, that perfectly illuminates the idea of a perfectly flawed moment. At about 1:57, right after the guitar solo, the lead singer, Jack Ely, comes in to sing the final verse a half bar too early. He realizes it and stops. When his cue hits, he comes in. They didn’t stop the song. They didn’t recut it. They just kept trucking.
The song is big and dumb and fun, like all great rock and roll should be. So? They just kept jamming away. The result? A perfectly flawed, perfectly enjoyable, perfectly awesome bit of groundbreaking rock. It’s perfect, despite what music critics and snobs alike have to say. But fuck them any way.