"And how long have you felt this way about audio components?" my therapist asked. His pen scratched on his notepad.
"Gosh, it seems like forever. My mother told me I would nurse only if she sat down with me next to Dad's old Garrard record changer while it churned through a stack of LPs."
"Hmmmm." He paused, then resumed writing.
"Hey, Doc? Is there anything to drink around here?"
Sometimes I think audiophiles are crazy. If the point of it all is our love of music, we often forget that the brain is where it happens—not…