I was a Beatlemaniac. I bought everything I could find with their photos on it, and 12 of us screaming kids had fifth-row seats when they came to ATL. My best friend and I were called "The Beatle Twins" - we started wearing British-influenced clothing and were obsessed with the Beatles. There's a photo of us in a yearbook with the caption, "The Beatles Are Coming!" Remember that? I knew every word of every song on every album. Paul was my favorite. To this day, I commemorate John's death.
When the Beatles broke up, I had no favorites. However, when the Stones came to ATL for their "last" concert in the 80's, my husband and I went and continue to go to their "last" concerts. Now I have every Stones album - I loves me my Mick. Hearing the Beatles now makes me sad for reasons none of you care to hear.