Well...
I was only 6 when they broke up so they were actually before my time too...
But, funny story(s):
I'm at Grandma's house for July 4th celebration, 1971 (anyone know where South Lyon is...?). My 2nd youngest Uncle (9 years older than me, youngest Uncle is 8 years older... so I'm 7, he's 16) has his bedroom in Grandma's basement and all us little kids would sometimes hang out down there, goofing off or tearing things up.
So I look up at Uncle Ken and ask: "Who is this?" His eyes go wide, as if I were from some other planet: "It's Uncle Albert/ Admiral Halsey, by Paul McCartney."
I gave him a completely blank stare. Now, mind you, my Dad listens to nothing but shit music. Whatever is the WORST possible music that could be listened to, in any day and age, is what he was/ still is listening to. I had no idea who Paul McCartney, or the Beatles were.
Uncle Ken looked at me with his hands spread wide, his jaw dropped to the floor and his head shaking left & right, and without saying "WTF? Are you fucking KIDDING me? What freaking PLANET are you FROM?!?!"... he simply says: "The Beatles?" As if it were an incredulous question of sanity instead of a factual statement. But it was both.
So, on July 4th, 1971: I fell in love with the Beatles. Yes, even Paul McCartney too. I still get knocked over with warm sweet memories when I hear Uncle Albert/ Admiral Halsey. I fell in love with Rock n Roll that day, and learned what music really was, and have never lost my love of music.
And yes, growing up in Detroit as a kid it was WRIF-Rock and Led Zep, Yes, Rush, Stones, etc., etc., etc.... and even the Beatles too. But I also grew up appreciating Motown, R&B, a lot of Beatles, a little bit of Funk, the Blues, etc. etc. etc...