I don’t like The Beatles. I realize that is heresy to most music lovers – a bit like saying “I don’t like Citizen Kane†to a film buff, or “I don’t like Champagne†to just about anyone, but there it is.
I don’t like The Beatles very much.
By the time I started listening to music, The Beatles belonged to my Dad’s generation. I didn’t really understand why they were that different from The Monkees, and The Monkees had a cool TV show that we watched on Saturday mornings. They also had four boys, four matching haircuts and a specialty in harmony. What was the big deal? I knew all the words to Daydream Believer and that was good enough for me.