The music problem
I remember the exact moment I became an audiophile. It was 1954. I was 12 years old. My father’s friend, Mitch Rose, wanted to buy a “hi-fi set,” which was what they called them in those days. Mitch asked my father to go with him to help pick one out. My father asked if I wanted to go along for the ride. I did, and we went to Emmons Audio in Studio City, California, for what turned out to be one of the formative moments of my life.
When we got there, Dick Emmons, the proprietor, showed us around, asked Mitch some questions about his musical
