The first time I officially met Jimson was my summer trip in 2006, he was in his crib screaming, there was something after him that no one else could see... so I met the things that go bump in the dark for him with simple off key songs... now being here living I don't hear about his deamons very often but it does not mean music cannot play a part in his life still. I met him today before breakfast armed and ready with my ipod and cool earphone that work well with constant movement. I started off with veggie tales that soon turned into classical then got stuck on rap... it is the rythme... but mainly it is allowing him to hear the music for himself.
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