This post struck a chord with me.
Recently a single line from a poem surfaced a memory of a song by a music group, I listened to during the ’70s and ’80s. I found the group on Spotify.
While listening to Super Tramp, a British Rock group, for two days, memories of my youth came flooding back. Music is time machine. Your story about friendships past and fond memories is beautiful. You are right about music. It is magical