I absolutely loathe The Beatles. Ironically, it wasn't anything they did. There came a point in my dad's life where that's all he listened to so he could practice drumming against the albums. Day after day, week after week, month after month. He'd fire them up and I would take off like a scalded cat, disappearing in to the woods of the ranch until it got dark. Eventually it got to the point where even my mom told him to put on headphones as she was sick to death of hearing them. He complained that he didn't have a long enough cord. So the next day my mom and I moved his stereo and his drumkit out to the barn. Wouldn't you know it, a stereo extension cord magically showed up that same day.