I never did get the whole magilla with these people. The Beatles, Elvis... To me, they're just the personifications of Sad FM, Easy Listening for the Over Thirty and similar stations that have played Eleanor Rigby every half hour since 1966, faces on the kind of whimsical retro clocks college students buy or people you use in sarcastic sneers about the 1950s or '60s ("Elvis called, he wants his moves back"). Supreme, timeless musical quality is something I've yet to find in Yellow Submarine, but that's just me I suppose.
I appreciate the likes of Ol' Blue Eyes and Etta James though, and every time I hear At Last or Moon River I wonder why people insist on remembering those days only by the most banal of their artists.* But that's just me.
*yes, I realise that
- Moon River was by Andy Williams, not Sinatra
- Andy Williams is pretty banal himself, haha. But not quite as ubiquitous.