February 2008 Stereophile "Sam Tellig's Space"
Gene Rubin plays
bluegrass fiddle and Texas Swing. You can catch him in performance in and around Ventura, California. Since 1979, he’s
also run Gene Rubin Audio. But as a performing musician, Gene has trouble with audiospeak: “The worst thing is when
someone phones about some piece of gear,” he told me. “How do you describe how speaker A [sounds] vs speaker B?
“I don’t get most audiophile catch- phrases. For me, either something sounds right or it doesn’t, just like
with making live music. Some nights, when I’m playing, it really feels good. On other evenings, I—and they—might
be off. It either feels right or it feels off. That’s the way it is for me with hi-fi. I can’t put the experience
into words. I am probably the last person who should be selling hi-fi.”
listening studio is in his home, where he offers mainly British gear: Naim, Rega, Spendor, Harbeth, Creek…and, when
available, amplifiers from a small cottage-industry manufacturer: LFD Audio, in Clacton- on-Sea, in Essex, England. “I
must have sold 50 or 60 of them,” Gene said. “But it may have been bad for my business. The problem is that someone
can’t simply upgrade by trading in an LFD integrated for a few thousand more.” Gene’s customers would buy
an LFD integrated and demo it for their friends, who then would call Gene. Most of his LFD sales were by referral. Customers
were pre-sold. Many were music lovers, as opposed to obsessive audiophiles. Then, as successive importers got frustrated when
supply couldn’t meet demand, LFD products became unavailable in the US. Gene refers to this period as the seven-year
drought. “If I took in a used one and put it on eBay, customers would fight over it. It would sell immediately,”
he told me. But Gene didn’t want to get into the distribution business. Enter Walter Swanbon, owner of Fidelis Audio/Video,
a shop in Derry, New Hampshire, less than an hour north of Boston. It’s one of the best hi-fi shops in New England.
Walter’s in the distribution business, too; he imports Harbeth loudspeakers from England.
do you know about LFD?” Walter asked me, before lifting off from Logan to visit Harbeth and LFD. “Well, I regret
sending back the review sample, that’s for sure,” I said. “It was one of the best-sounding inte- grated
amplifiers to come my way. If you import it, please allow me to be the first to review the current version. If it’s
as good as I remember, I’ll buy it.”
Walter knows about the supply situation.
LFD components are bench- built, one at a time. There’s no way to ramp up production without changing the nature of
the products. So, for the time being, Walter and Gene are LFD’s only two US dealers. There’s already a waiting
list. If you want to hear this integrated, you have to venture up to Ventura, California, just south of Santa Barbara; or
drive up to Derry, New Hampshire.
I first met up with the LFD Integrated Zero LE Mk.III
integrated amplifier in 1998, after reading a review in the French hi-fi magazine Haute Fidélité. The French
scribe loved the sound, and said that the Brits have a special genius for this type of product. I was so hot to have one that
I got in touch with Dr. Richard Bews, owner of LFD, to ask if there was a US importer. Bews said no, but agreed to send me
the amplifier anyway. It was then known as the LFD Mistral. I got the standard edition. I flipped over the Mistral—it
was every bit as good as the French reviewer had said, and then some. But before I could write about it, I had to wait for
an importer—no sense in telling folks about a product they couldn’t get except by direct import, which is not
for the faint of heart. (I’ve done it myself on occasion, but what do you do if you need service?)
What made the LFD Mistral unique was its way of imparting light and life to a recorded performance of any type
of music, with any speakers. It sounded musical, not electronic—in much the same way as a flea-watt single-ended- triode
tube amp. It had that quality of illuminating the music from within. Gene Rubin concurred: “I don’t know if this
is a rhythm-and-pace thing or a harmonic thing. When I compare the LFD integrated to something else, I think that’s
the way [the music’s] supposed to sound. I can’t identify it. But it makes me think like a musician, not an audiophile:
I’m playing with other musicians and we’re all having a good day, the stars are lined up, and everything is working
out right. That’s how I respond to the LFD. With other amplifiers, it sounds like the musicians are tired. “In
a way, the amplifier is bad for business,” Gene sighed. Evidently, customers hear the LFD and prefer it to pricier offerings.
On the other hand,customers who buy it often recommend the amp to their friends. Even people who aren’t audiophiles
buy it. I laugh my evil laugh. “You have to spend four or five times the money to get better sound, and even then, I’m
not sure you will,” Gene observed.
The best-sounding solid-state integrated that Sam
has ever heard. DA! In Russian, that means yes. Ask Dima. I reviewed the original Mistral in the September 1998 issue (Vol.21
No.9), and the Mistral LE in November 2001 (Vol.24 No11). LFD’s importer at the time was Steve Daniels, of The Sound
Organisation (he later became Rega’s distributor). Steve supplied me with the Mistral LE: better parts, slightly more
power than the standard edition. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to hear the optional moving-coil/moving-magnet phono
stage, which must be installed at the factory (neither you nor your dealer can retrofit it). If I had, I never would have
sent the review sample back to Steve.
In the 1980s, Richard Bews was a research assistant
to the legendary Dr. Malcolm Omar Hawksford, many- titled academic and professor at Essex University, a stone’s throw
from Clac-ton-on-Sea. (Hawksford remains a consultant to LFD Audio.) LFD’s first product was a battery-powered phono
preamplifier. LFD stands for low fuzzy distortion, a phenomenon first described by Hawksford in an AES paper. Yeah, I know—it
sounds as if Drs. Bews and Hawksford are borrowing a page from the pharmaceutical industry: describe a disease, convince people
they have it, and sell the cure. Like Restless Legs Syndrome. But a phono stage deals with very- low-level signals, especially
from MC cartridges. The feedback signal is much more of a problem here than it is with a power amplifier, Bews explained.
“When you are dealing with low-level signals, you are talking about the behavior of individual electrons.” Here
the physics gets fuzzy: “Due to the physical behavior of the small number of electrons being amplified by a huge factor
in the open-loop path of the amplifier, there may be a resultant ‘fuzziness’ to the output signal,” Bews
continued. “So low-level circuits, like RIAA phono stages, should have low feedback or no feedback.” More techno-talk
in a moment. The name “Mistral” is gone with the wind; but the current production is, essentially, the same amplifier
that Bews and Hawksford designed back in 1995 “to give customers an idea of high-end sound at a sensible price,”
according to Bews. Passive components and wires have improved since then, but the circuit is essentially the same.
Now called the LFD Integrated Zero Mk.III, the amp is available in a standard edition and a Limited Edition
(LE). (Actually, all LFD amps are limi- ted editions—there’s a limit to how many Bews can make.) Walter Swanbon
imports only the LE. The price is $3195 without phono, or $3795 with. That’s for the silver faceplate and silver knobs,
which I find quite attractive in a very understated way. I’m less keen on the version with the black, stonelike faceplate;
it reminds me of a tombstone. You can ask Walter or Gene about it: It costs more. The non-tombstone version weighs 17.6 lbs
(8kg) and measures 17" (432mm) wide by 2.48" (63mm) high by 13.1" (332mm). It runs cool. I leave it powered
up while I’m at home, and turn it off when I’m not. There are five line-level inputs (four if you opt for the
phono stage), plus a tape monitor loop. The two pairs of speaker posts are terminated with plastic and can be tough to tighten
with your fingers. (Slide a coin into the slots to get them tighter.) Richard Bews is no cheap- skate when it comes to parts,
so I assume these terminals sound good. There are no preamp outputs for a powered subwoofer. There is no balance control.
There’s no remote, not even remotely on the horizon. The amp turns on with a low-level pop. Why add parts that don’t
count? There was one minor annoyance: The top cover slides over the chassis, like a cowl, with a 1" overhang in the back.
This makes it hard to see and attach the RCA and speaker connectors when you don’t have easy access to the rear panel.
A single pair of MOSFET output transistors per channel delivers the rated 60W into 8 ohms. There’s often magic in a
single pair of MOSFETs. “The amplifier can deliver relatively high currents for short periods of time—ie, around
10 microseconds,” Bews elaborated. I asked about power delivery into impedances lower than 8 ohms (no 4 ohm specs are
given): “Power output into 4 ohms is around 90W continuous. But this doesn’t indicate the amp’s ability
to drive difficult loads. What matters is the ability of the amplifier to preserve small-signal integrity in the presence
of large signals; this is what determines the subjective ‘power’ of an amplifier. Continuous power ratings are
of limited value, since we listen to music, not sinewaves. The peak to average power ratio is about 10 to 20 while playing
music. So an amplifier that delivers 5W continuously provides peak power of around 100W at loud listening levels.”
Richard Bews doesn’t believe that very low total harmonic distortion (THD) necessarily results in subjectively
better sound. It could be quite the opposite! What matters is what the THD is made of. Better to have slightly higher THD
comprising mainly lower- order harmonics than lower THD high in higher-order harmonic distortion.
LFD Integrated Zero Mk.III uses as little feedback as possible, keeps circuits simple, and, wherever possible, uses wires
instead of printed circuit boards. “Quality wiring is better than any PCB track,” sez Dr. Bews. Every resistor
and capacitor, every piece of wire, is chosen to give the best sound quality in its particular location in the circuit.
Great care is taken with the power supply, including the design of the mains transformer. “Simple circuits
and passive component selection, including wiring, is very important to LFD products,” declared Bews. “It is the
essential difference between the competition and what I do. Our way costs money, since it is labor intensive. We have to stock
the passive components in relatively large quantities since the parts are nonstandard. This is expensive, too. I often hear
it said that ‘There is not much stuff inside the chassis.’ That’s the point. “I have a Japanese/British
take on design and parts selection. While I am British-born and -educated, my mentor in research-assistant days, in the 1980s,
was Be Yamamura, who exposed me to concepts within the Japanese high-end community that are completely alien to most Western
LFD Audio has more in common with Kondo and other small Japanese manufacturers.
I use circuits and construction methods for superior sound. Most ‘commercial manufacturers’ use methods that result
in less-good sound 99.9% of the time. They do it because skilled labor is expensive and minimalism doesn’t visually
impress. But isn’t sound quality more important?” I hooked up the LFD to a pair of BC Acoustique A3 loudspeakers,
using a Cary CDP1 CD player as a digital source. (My first sample of the Inte- grated Zero Mk.III lacked the phono stage.)
The sound was just as I remembered it from nearly 10 years ago. Gene Rubin is right: You can forget the audiophile bullshit.
The Integrated Zero Mk.III just sounds right. It breathes light and life into all kinds of music. Harmonics are spot on. Each
voice, each instrument has its distinctive tonal color. “Call it coloration or non-col- oration,” said Gene, “but
the amp sounds this way with all types of speakers.” (Gene’s favorite speaker with the LFD is the Harbeth Compact
7 ES3. Walter Swanbon took back the review samples that I wrote about last June, but I have a pair on order.) That’s
all I’m going to say about the sound. It hit the harmonics just right. When an amplifier does that, everything else
falls into place: delicacy, definition, detail, rhythm, and pace. The soundstage and imaging were breathtaking…But
there I go, talking like an audiophile. I decided to make some mischief. The LFD is small, so I took it over to my friend
Dima’s—Vadim Yarmolinets, City News Editor of New York’s daily Russian-language newspaper, Novoyoe Russkoye
Slovo(New Russian Word). Dima laughs his evil laugh. “It’s true. We invent new Russian words all the time.”
Dima and his wife, Larisa, have a beautiful pre–World War II Brooklyn apartment with thick walls and high ceilings.
In their book-lined, art-filled living room is a pair of Triangle Zerius loudspeakers. Zeriously.
hooked up the LFD Integrated Zero Mk.III in place of Dima’s old integrated amp, which is no longer in production. (I
don’t want to make enemies.) We let the LFD cook while we went out to dinner. It already sounded great, stone cold out
of the box. “Wait until after dinner, Dima. You’re going to piss in your pants.” “This is what I want,”
he replied. “I want sound so good I piss in my pants.” Larisa darted Dima a look that said Not here you won’t.
Dima tends to take my English literally. The Zerius speakers never sounded better, to my ears. The bass response was surprisingly
strong—something I don’t always associate with Triangle speakers. “Dima, I call this the Chernobyl sound—it
seems irradiated.” I laughed my evil laugh. Dima and Larisa are from Odessa, Ukraine, one of my favorite cities. I’ve
visited three times. “Well, you review audio gear for your paper, Dima. If you want the amp, let me know and you can
write the first Russian review. In fact, why not just buy it? You can probably have this very amp…unless you want the
phono stage.” Larisa mentioned my evil laugh. Dima demurred. I went to work on him. I told Dima that Walter Swanbon
was taking back my amplifier (true: he traded it for one with a phono stage) in order to sell it to a Russian doctor in Brookline,
Massachusetts. Dima saw through my lie in an instant. “I’d like to talk to that Russian doctor. Most Russian doctors
want sur- round sound, expensive gear, home theater, bells and whistles.” True. Russians love to put on a show. I told
Walter about my Russki ruse. “That’s funny,” Walter said. “One of my clients is a Russian doctor in
Sure enough, the memory of the LFD’s sound—and the sheer electronic
drabness of the sound of his own amp— began to eat Dima alive. Larisa relented—happy, no doubt, that the LFD is
even smaller than the amp Dima wanted to dump. Or fob off on Genya, their son. “I want one like yours,” Dima said,
over the phone. “I want it with a phono stage.” I hadn’t known Dima was into vinyl. Then I remembered the
open-air flea market in Odessa on Saturday mornings: lots of vinyl, all of it played on Soviet-era phonographs, alas.
Meanwhile, I tried my second version of the LFD with my Rega P25 turntable, fitted with Goldring G1020 MM cartridge.
The phono-stage gain is internally switchable: 38dB for MM, 53dB for MC. This was my first encounter with the LFD’s
phono stage. I was expect- ing the usual ho-hum sort of stage built into most inexpensive integrated amps (when offered at
all). What I got was totally unexpected: a first-rate phono stage that reduced digital to dust. Well, almost. But oh, that
sweet-sounding Goldring moving-magnet sound! Imag- ine—25 years after the introduction of the Compact Disc, tiny Goldring
is still in the cartridge business. There’s a reason. Right up till deadline, I totally abandoned CDs for LPs, something
I haven’t done in years. I have two words of advice concerning the LFD’s optional phono stage: Get it. Even if
you don’t own a turntable. It’s so good that you might take up spinning vinyl again—or for the first time.
I doubt you could find a better-sounding outboard phono stage for $600—detailed, dynamic, rhythmically right. But remember:
the phono stage must be installed at the LFD factory.
I don’t know where else you can
hear the LFD Integrated Zero Mk.III, except at Gene Rubin Audio or Fidelis A/V. That leaves you in the lurch if you’re
not in New England or southern California. But don’t let that stop you. (John Atkinson will kill me for this.) If this
amp intrigues you, buy one. Ask Walter and Gene about their money-back guarantees. Several readers have e-mailed me to say
that this amp (or one of its earlier models) is a killer with classic Klipsch speakers—in particular, with the La Scala
or the Klipschorn. With a speaker rated at more than 100dB sensitivity, the LFD is likely to rock like a 500W amp. Usually,
owners of such high-sensitivity speakers tend to think about flea-watt SET amps.
throw caution to the winds (the Mistral?) and say that the LFD Integrated Zero Mk.III LE is the best- sounding solid-state
integrated amplifier I have ever heard. I know of no other integrated, of any type, that sounds quite so right. I base this
on lis- tening to four different samples in sessions held nearly 10 years apart. It’s not one of the best, blah blah
blah, but the best. Ask Gene Rubin and Walter Swanbon. They don’t bullshit.
www.Stereophile.com, February 2008 23 SAM’S SPACE
"Who's Yer Dealer?"
by Marc Phillips, Editor ToneAudioOnline
I received the following e-mail from reader Terry Clapacs a few weeks
ago:"After reading your piece I called a couple of local stereo shops (good ones) and found that the only decent turntables
they carried were a Rega 2 ($495), a Rega 3 ($700), and a Denon something or other for around $400. All of the clerk guys
said that all of the above were direct drive. I see you referred to your belt drive Rega, so do you have a different model
than what I am hearing about, or do the stereo clerks not know what they are talking about?"
somewhat irritated, thusly: "Run, don't walk, from that stereo shop. The Regas are indeed belt-driven, and anyone
with an ounce of knowledge (especially when they're supposed to be helping you make an informed buying decision) should
know that AT THE VERY MINIMUM. Go back to that store, ask them to remove the platter, and ask them what that rubber belt-like
thing is that's wrapped around the pulley thingie. It's a belt!"
I've had quite a few people
e-mail me over the last few months (at email@example.com) to let me know that they have either just purchased a turntable,
or have decided to do so sometime in the near future. To say this is gratifying is an understatement. By talking you into
returning to the vinyl fold, unfortunately, I have introduced you to a somewhat wily, unpredictable creature called the High
End Audio Salesman. If you want to buy a new turntable in this day and age, this is the person you must talk to. Sometimes
you encounter the more knowledgeable variety of this species...some guy who's been an audiophile his entire life and just
wants to turn you on to all of the wonderful-sounding stuff out there. But sometimes you get trapped by a less pleasant varmint...some
slick tie 'n' slacks dude that reeks of Scope and Hai! Karate and doesn't know a vacuum tube from a vacuum cleaner.
The worth of his life, in other words, is measured by his commission. I think Mr. Clapacs encountered some of these bushy-tailed
And there is a third, equally undesirable type of animal out there...and unfortunately he makes up
the majority of his species. He is the audio snob. If you aren't as knowledgeable as he is, beware. He will show a contempt
for you that is only matched by Ferrari salesmen and maitre D's at fancy posh French eateries. If you don't drive
up to his store in a Lexus or a Benz or a Bimmer, he might not even see you at all. And if you ask to hear the entry- level
model of a specific brand, instead of the flagship, he'll think you're insane...how can you settle for something else
when you've heard, and he has, the very best?
I once made the mistake of wandering into Optimal Enchantments,
a very upscale Santa Monica high-end "salon" that is fortunately no longer in business. I wandered into one listening
room from where I heard the distinctive voice of Willie Nelson singing "Stardust." It sounding like Willie had really
set up a chair and a mic in that room, and was entertaining the customers. The turntable must've been nearly six feet
off the floor, however, so when I stood up on my tiptoes to see what it was (it was the very fine and expensive Versa Dynamics
1.0, no longer in production), I was told to step away from the equipment rack. "Don't breath on the turntable,"
I was told bluntly. I couldn't believe my ears. Needless to say, I didn't write out any personal checks to them that
Another high-end store in Pasadena also earned low marks from me for customer service when they ignored
me one Saturday afternoon. Evidently I made the mistake of showing up in a t-shirt and jeans. Earlier that week they had fallen
all over each other to help me...I had stopped off on the way home from work and was still wearing a dress shirt and tie.
Again, they missed out on what could have been a long and profitable relationship. I loved the store, but hated the people.
So how do you get past all this? Diligence and luck have been my keys to success. But here I've been telling
you for the past few months that you need to buy a turntable again, and now I'm saying that it's going to be an uphill
climb, and that you're going to have to meet a lot of assholes to boot! Geez, I'm not asking for too much, am I?
But cheer up. I've painted this rather drab portrait as a mere caveat emptor. The high-end industry has taken
great pains to shed the snobbish image they've cultivated over the years. They know that in order for their relatively
small industry to remain healthy, they must attract both women (an unfortunately rare client), and young people. The average
audiophile is much like Dr. Cameron, whom I introduced you to last month... a retired professional with a lot of expendable
dough. If the high-end community, especially the purveyors of turntables, want to survive DVD and Home Theatre and yes, even
the CD, they need to start catering to those of us who wear Airwalks and South Park T- shirts. So it's gotten much easier
over the last five years or so to walk into a place unannounced and listen to a $100,000 rig, fronted, hopefully, by a first-class
Let me start off by telling you about two places that definitely make me happy about being an audiophile.
The first, Gifted Listener, in Centreville, Virginia (about 25 miles outside of D.C.), is owned by the extremely affable Tom
Unger. I lived about 100 yards from his store for the better part of four years, and although I never made any major purchases
from him (he sells LPs and CDs and accessories), I've always felt comfortable strolling into his shop, and plopping my
butt down to listen to some the finest equipment on the East Coast. He never pressured me, and he seemed to listen to my opinion
much more than I listened to his.
Tom puts out a quarterly newsletter, and in the most recent issue he talks
about the store's tenth anniversary, and what it took to get there. When he decided to open his store in 1986, he and
his wife toured high-end stores all over the country and decided what he did and didn't like. All of the things he liked...
going the extra distance for the customer, making the customer feel more like a family friend, having the answer to every
question, only carrying products he believed in... made it into Gifted Listener. If you're within striking distance of
the D.C. Metro area, you owe it to yourself to develop a long-term relationship with the guy. He sells turntables by Linn,
Rega and Goldmund. He likes CDs a lot, also, but don't hold that against him.
I'd be giving all my extra
money to Tom if it weren't for Gene Rubin of Gene Rubin Audio in Ventura, California. This is the guy with whom I've
developed a long-term relationship. I used to joke with Tom Unger that every time I went into Gifted Listener, I felt like
I was being unfaithful. After all of the great deals Gene has given me over the years, there's some truth to that. Gene
has definitely earned my loyalty.
Thanks to Gene, I own a system that I'd never be able to afford if I went
out to buy it today. No, he didn't give me everything at 75% off. But he has given me great prices on demo units (he once
took 15% of a Naim amplifier that was only out of its box for about six weeks), and he has been unusually generous with trade-in
allowances. Now, before you all rush and demand that Gene gives you $500 toward a Rega Planet for your five-year-old Hitachi
CDX-2308RT Mk.II, realize that I earned this special pricing by being a loyal customer to Gene for years. I estimate I've
made about twenty purchases from Gene since we met in 1991. That's what is so special about Gene and his business. I've
developed, like I said, a relationship with him, and so have most of his other clients.
What is it about Gene
Rubin Audio that's so damned peachy? First, the man himself is a modest, unassuming soul who is extremely happy with what
he does for a living. He loves music, and he loves the idea that he's bringing that same joy to ther people's homes.
Secondly, he runs the business out of his home by appointment only. This sounds snobbish, but I find it to be the ideal situation
to buy stereo equipment- you're in real home rather in a showroom, and you have the owner's undivided attention while
you're there. He used to live in a house on a hill in Monterey Park. The living room had an enormous picture window which
had a commanding view of most of the San Gabriel Valley- not a bad way to listen to music. Now he merely lives in a house
a block away from the beach. It's a bit of a drive out of L.A., but you won't regret it.
sells the best-sounding equipment I've heard. Naim, Rega, Roksan, Spendor, Pink Triangle, Quad, Epos, Creek, Rotel...the
best of Great Britain at every price point. You can buy an entire system from Gene for a grand or two, or you can drop $30K.
It's up to you, or the State Lottery Commission. And, most importantly, he loves turntables, from the $495 Rega Planar
2 to the $7000 Roksan TMS. And Gene will never look down his nose at you for choosing the Rega. In fact, you should hear him
gush about the Planar 3!
I can't say enough good things about Tom or Gene, but what if you don't live
in L.A. or D.C.? In a previous article I somewhat capriciously suggested that you should merely look in your Yellow Pages
for the store that carries the brand names you don't recognize. This always worked for me back in the infancy of my audiophilia
nervosa. Apparently this did not work for Terry Clapacs, who met up with idiots. So again I must stress that you listen with
your ears, not the salesman's, and, most importantly, don't put up with any shit. If they make you feel anything but
special, leave. You pay their salary, don't let them forget it.
Stereophile magazine recently asked its readers
to sound off about audio dealers in general. They were surprised with the amount of positive correspondence- people who had
developed long relationships with their dealers, people who were really impressed with particular salespeople, and people
who were expecting audio snobs and got real people instead. What I found interesting was the fact that no single store received
a lion's share of the positive comments. Each person, it seemed, had their favorite, which means to me that chemistry
between the salesperson and the customer may be the most influential factor. In other words, someone might e-mail me to tell
me that they think Gene Rubin and Tom Unger are the biggest assholes they ever met.
(I doubt it, though.)
So take the plunge, head to a shop, listen for an afternoon, make them jump through hoops, and have a lot of fun. Just
make sure at the end of it all you've purchased a turntable, okay?
By Gene Rubin
At least once every couple of months I receive a phone call
such as this: "Hi Gene, this is Marty Musicears, I think I want to(...pause...deep breath...) sell my stereo. You see,
we have a two year old child and I sort of don't have time to listen to my music...er uh...actually I do have time to
listen but I locked my stereo away in the closet. I was worried about my kid getting to it, I guess my life will never again
be the same. How much do you think you could sell my stuff for?"
Friends, I have some personal experience
with this along with some good advice. You may have already noticed that anything off limits to your child are exactly the
items that he or she is frantic to disassemble. I, myself started by putting up a doorway gate between my "music room"
and the rest of the house, only to find my 18 month old son Michael, with grappling hook and rope, scaling his way over the
top because, like all children, he loved music and wanted to hear some, but mostly because the room was off limits. Something
had to be done.
I reminisced about how Michael would pull the safety plugs out of the wall faster than I could
put them in, would fight to get a hold of the kitchen knives or would put his finger in the end of the kitchen faucet spraying
himself and the entire kitchen in one act. I had discovered back then that he just wanted to do what the grownups do. I handled
those situations by teaching him how to insert AC plugs without touching the metal parts, to hold a knife only by its handle
and how to wash the dishes keeping the water in the sink. Why not teach him the right way to play music on the stereo?
With a little instruction, Michael had no problem at less than two years old choosing his favorite CD's and
Playing them on my Naim CDS. Allowing a child use of the CD player should satisfy him for a while. As a matter of fact, Michael
learned his numbers from the CD player's display.
At three years old I taught Michael how to handle LP records
without touching the grooves and to use the cueing lever in order to put the needle on the record. So far, Michael has been
playing his purple Rega Planar 3 daily, without scratching a record or breaking a stylus. Michael understands what it is all
about and says that records sound better the CDs. He says that a Rega is OK for a three year old, but when he is four he will
be ready for a Pink Triangle Tarentella.
Teach your children to use and respect the stereo. They will surprise
you. Remember, they love music as much as you do.