bagman67
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fdesalvo said:That's where I cower behind heavy furniture and turn the amp on for the first time with a long wooden stick.
fdesalvo said:That's where I cower behind heavy furniture and turn the amp on for the first time with a long wooden stick.
fdesalvo said:That's where I cower behind heavy furniture and turn the amp on for the first time with a long wooden stick.
Cagey said:I had that happen once when I was just a techie puppy and thought I'd be a smart guy and replace a tube rectifier with a ss full-wave bridge. Of course, that raised the voltage to damn near double and kerplowie! Electrolytic guts all over the place.
Mayfly said:fdesalvo said:That's where I cower behind heavy furniture and turn the amp on for the first time with a long wooden stick.
Hmmm. You know, you can build a current limiting mains power supply pretty easily.
DarkPenguin said:I put my Tweed Deluxe build in the middle of my garage, kicked the power and ran out of the garage. When it didn't ignite after 20 minutes I went back in with a guitar.
fdesalvo said:DarkPenguin said:I put my Tweed Deluxe build in the middle of my garage, kicked the power and ran out of the garage. When it didn't ignite after 20 minutes I went back in with a guitar.
One time I put peanut butter on the standby switch of a new build and shut the cat in the room with it.
Cagey said:Speaking of amps and cats in a small room, I had an old Gibson 50 watt with 4 10s in a combo package - can't remember the model, but it was old when I got it in the early '70s. I had it apart to do... something... I don't remember what. But, I left the chassis laying out overnight, and the next day when I powered it up, the all-important smoke was released. Turned out the cat had pissed in it. All over the rectifier, as luck would have it. Apparently, it was conductive enough to put AC in a lotta places where only DC was appropriate, and that was all she wrote. Thing was not necessary beyond repair, but more than I could handle at the time. Not long after that, she decided that my dad's work boots were more convenient than the litter box, and that was the end of her.