"Oh silver moon" on 78rpm that my father used to play to me, My mother singing "Bimbo", my mother's father singing "Nellie Dean" and the morris dancers (don't know which side) as seen from our upstairs window in Bishop's Castle.
Also both parents playing the piano. My mother used to happily pound away at tunes by ear that I have never since been able to identify while my father would stare intently at the dots of Chopin nocturns, and he never managed to play through any of them without pauses in all the years he played them.
One Saturday night, when I was about three, they came back from a concert with an LP by Trio Los Paraguayos whom they had been to see. After that I loved the sound of the harp. Shortly after that my father renewed his love of organ music and I heard many records of cathedral organs.