Every music is remembered

Music is diabolically powerful.  Everything you have ever listened to is remembered, preserved somewhere in the ganglia.  Beatles music that I haven't listened to in 35 years has just emerged, perfect in every note, reminding me of this principle.  Does it mean that musicians are devils?  A working hypothesis, at the least.

A Google search on this leads to a lot of Robert Johnson imagery, so let me leave it there.

Looks like a happy dream, at least.