Come to think of it, I'll share a related story...
Back in my youth (hair band days), there was WAY more drama in the band ... but also, it was easier to put up with, because we were young, and because EVERYONE had some drama. But as grunge came in and killed the hairbands, so went our band. We all went our separate ways... some even stopped playing music altogether.
Two of them, the drummer and bass player, were high school buddies (we started the band in high school, then moved the band to NJ at 19 years old). But anyway, 25 years later, having not spoken to the drummer in all that time... we re-met back in our hometown, and it was like not a day had passed. We are like brothers. He started driving up to NJ for NC every fathers day (because he is a teacher, and his school was over by then), and staying at the house for a week, with his drums set up in the garage, and we jammed. He did this 3-4 years in a row. It was awesome to get to play those songs with someone again, and especially him- we shared a musical bond the others in the band didn't. And if he was here in NJ, he would be the drummer in my band. And if I lived down in NC by him, I'd be the guitar player in his. Relationships like that don't come along often, so I cherish it. One day we'll be jamming on "the big stage in the sky" together, and it's gonna be awesome.