I often think of 60s music as a bunch of bands wandering around inside a large building. Some were content with the room they were sitting in, whilst others moved off down dusty corridors, occasionally finding new rooms to explore. Other rooms had doors that connected to winding corridors that led to different rooms so would produce some kind of hybrid of what others were doing. The rooms were basically small and comfy.
Then The Beatles arrived and, after initially settling in 1 or 2 of the basic rooms, decided to explore a dark corridor. At the end of it they found a pitch black room which echoed as they walked around it. Then one of them found a light switch and flicked it on and they found themselves standing in the middle of an enormous hangar with hundreds of doors to little rooms all around the edges. They spent the next 5 years opening doors.
Eventually, of course, others found them there and now all of those rooms are occupied.
When I start recording new songs and projects, I'm looking for another secret corridor. One of these days I might find my own hangar at the end of it.
And, no, I'm not on drugs.