My uncle was severely autistic, but he was absolutely amazing when it came to musical memory. The man could pull up a keyboard and replicate a melody flawlessly, and he could do the same with a harmonica. He also liked to sing, but ironically he was hopeless tone-deaf when it came to that.
He also had an incredible memory for music. If he heard a song on the radio--particularly he a country song or a "Golden Oldie"--he'd probably be able to rattle off the title, recording artist, the year of production, and the recording studio, in addition to the formats it was pressed in.
Uncle Tommy spent most of his life in special schools and in group homes, but he was a firm believer in God and insisted on praying before every meal. He also loved fast cars and video games, but music was his passion. It was often hard to communicate with him--he'd stand in the corner, rocking back and forth, rattling off information about old records if left to his own devices--but he was also exceptionally kind and maintained a positive outlook on things.
Sadly, Tommy passed away last year in a freak accident. I miss him. He was the most pure soul I've ever met.
He must have been fun and lovely. I'm glad you had him in your life.
