题型：阅读理解 题类：期末考试 难易度：中档
Music was a constant presence in my childhood home: Sunday lunches, housework, homework, and afternoons in the garden. It was a rush of Van Morrison, Supertramp, Kate Bush and so on, and all three of us could sing their songs.
Some moments seem scored on my memory: my dad playing Sixteen Candles on my birthday, a school morning with my mum as she played Phil Collins's No Jacket Required. And when I stop to consider it now, I see how much music has shaped and strengthened my relationship with my parents.
I often think it was my mum who gave me lyrics (歌词): a delight in the sound, color and weight of words. My dad gave me music: jazz, blues and rock. He would take me to record markets, where I would stand quietly among the rows and listen to the beautiful music. He would make me CDs, send me messages about his latest favorite music, and greet my return home saying, “Have you heard the new Kanye, Jane?”
My dad and I are still talking about music. When I went home recently, we sat at the kitchen table having supper while he explained what he loved about music. And when my parents went to see Bon Iver play in Manchester this autumn, he emailed me the following morning to express his feelings about the show.
It was my mum who introduced my dad to music: some time around 1970 she bought a CD in Manchester and forced him to listen to it. Even since, music has been a support in our family.
