Georgia (my daughter) tells me that the only Beatles songs familiar to her generation - God knows why, I blame the schools - are "Yellow Submarine" and "When I'm 64". So that might be why some kids can't understand what the fuss was about.
But I thought - hey.... I've done that too. This phenomenon, of judging an artist by their worst or least representative work, is not confined to the brain-dead kids. I did it too. Chuck Berry had a gigantic Number 1 hit in 1972 in Britain with.... no, not Promised land or You Never Can Tell or Thirty Days or any of his great songs, it was "My Ding-a-Ling". Which, if you never heard this masterpiece, here's a lyric sample
When I started Grammar School
I used to stop off in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
They'd catch me playing with my ding a ling
Now try to tell anyone that Chuck Berry was one of rock's greatest lyricists.
When I was growing up the only Frank Sinatra song I ever heard was one that got played to death on a kids request show, "High Hopes", so that put the kibosh on Frankie for many many years for me. I hated that song. I also know someone who only ever heard "Barbara Ann" by the Beach Boys & so naturally thought my passion for them was wayward and inexplicable.
So for a whole lot of kids today, the Beatles made annoying novelty records.
Postscript
An interviewer asked Chuck about My Ding-a-Ling, and whether he was a bit miffed for that to be his biggest hit. Oh no, he said, I LOVE that little silly song. It made me more money than all my other songs put together! I love My Ding-a-Ling!