When Logan Murphy was eight, he found a Beatles CD discarded in a field. Five years later Logan, from Workington, is a singer and a huge Beatles fan who has performed at the Cavern Club in Liverpool.

I wonder how many other teenagers are fans of The Beatles, or even aware of their existence.

There was a time when the idea of The Beatles being forgotten was ludicrous. They were here, there and everywhere. But that was yesterday.

A few years ago I interviewed Mark Lewisohn, the author who is widely regarded as the world’s leading authority on the Fab Four.

He conceded that their work is not as widely known among younger generations as it used to be, and that their legacy could wither.

He put this down to the increasing number of years since their music was created, and the huge amount of other material available. Not just music but TV, games and social media.

Richard Curtis’s new film, Yesterday, takes the premise of a world which has forgotten The Beatles.

Does it really matter if the music of a 1960s Liverpool group goes unheard by future generations?

I think so. I’m not suggesting that every young person should be forced to listen to The Beatles in the same way they’re forced to eat Brussels sprouts.

Being force-fed their music would run counter to the band’s carefree style.

Happy accidents would be a more appropriate way to discover them.

Perhaps that’s what Logan Murphy was a beneficiary of.

Maybe there’s a secret government programme to leave copies of Revolver, Sgt Pepper and Abbey Road in the nation’s fields and hedgerows.

It’s not as if politicians have anything more important to think about.

Actually, The Beatles’ life-enhancing music with its message of love is needed now more than ever.

I have been fascinated by them for most of my life.

There was no need for accidental discoveries. My mother’s copies of the Help! and A Hard Day’s Night albums hooked me instantly.

My mother saw the band at the Lonsdale in Carlisle in November 1963.

She mainly remembers being annoyed by the screams of those around her. Why would anyone drown out such sweet music?

My uncle Paul is also a big fan.

When I was 14 he was kind enough to lend me his precious vinyl copy of the White Album.

And I was stupid enough to play it backwards in an attempt to hear the secret messages which would supposedly be revealed.

In truth, all that The Beatles had to say was up front, loud and clear.

“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”

Those are the last words on their last album, Abbey Road.

A remixed version will be released three weeks today: the 50th anniversary of the original release.

I don’t think anything better has been recorded since then.

The Beatles were a miracle. Arguably the two greatest songwriters ever grew up in the same city at the same time and were in the same band, pushing each other to greater heights.

In the group’s last few years George Harrison reached the same level as John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

They were all superb musicians, even the much-maligned Ringo Starr, and having several singers helps make their sound so fresh.

I once read an article claiming that The Beatles are underrated.

It sounds ridiculous, until you wonder how many people who think they know the band have never heard gems such as She Said She Said and You Never Give Me Your Money.

Giles Martin, son of Beatles producer George Martin, has remixed the new version of Abbey Road, as he has Sgt Pepper and the White Album.

Last year he said he hoped that the White Album remix would appeal to young people accustomed to listening to Ed Sheeran.

I wouldn’t mind if he put a drum ’n’ bass intro on Blackbird to lure them in, then cut to the original song and trusted that today’s teens would be as smitten as their parents and grandparents were.

Logan Murphy is an example of the band’s enduring appeal. He has become a popular entertainer in west Cumbria, and says: “I’ll play some modern music but it’s not the same as The Beatles.”