estebanana -> RE: Can a dirty fretboard cause strings to get old quickly (Jan. 21 2025 4:43:53)
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When I was in high school I was considered a dumb dumb, the swim team coach called dumb dumb as a name. His name was Mr. Foreman or Coach Foreman and he was the chemistry teacher. In order for me to be on the swim team I had to take chemistry, but I was not smart enough to actually take the class so coach Forman made me the TA ( in American schools this means teaching assistant and it usually goes to a student at the head of the class) As TA Forman told me I had to do one thing, keep all the laboratory glass ware clean, properly sanitized and stored. I was also in charge of checking out the chemicals from the chemical locker to the smart kids were actually taking the class for college track exams. Coach Foreman said I was a nice kid, but dumb and he needed me on the swim team because nobody else was dull enough to put up with training for the mind numbing distance events of 400, 800 and 1500 meter freestyle. I was the distance donkey and the other kids were the hotshot breast strokers and ‘Flyers’ I was also on the freestyle relay team, the number 2 team. One morning Foreman took me to the lab workroom and taught me how to wash the glassware and proceedures of safety with the chemicals used in the course. He said, you’re not going to hack taking chemistry, but at least when you graduate with your C average you’ll be able to get a job at a manufacturing lab as an entry level lab technician. Which was actually not a bad idea. So during the chemistry lecture hours I’d be in the next room working with glassware and listening to the class. One day a smart kid rushed into the work room and said he needed more hydro something acid, it wasn’t hydroflouric, but it was fairly caustic and highly concentrated. Rather than allow Dumb Dumb to properly hand over the chemical he just grabbed it off the shelf and ripped the cap off. He poured it into a large beaker and a drop hit his bare forearm causing him to spasm from the burning pain, which led to him spilling 70% of the acid from his chest to his pants legs and dropping the beaker which exploded into glass shards on the tile floor. Lucky for me I was standing far enough away that Ol’ Dumb Dumb was not splattered with sulfuric acid or whatever it was. The kids polyester shirt immediately began to smoke and shred off his body and his pants were steaming with caustic fumes eating at the cotton jeans he wore. A splotch of acid had hit him in the forehead as well. He started screaming. I reached up and pulled a bottle off the materials shelf and unscrewed the cap. I started pouring the liquid over his shirt and pants and with my rubber gloved hands yanked the shirt off him, because it was burned in half within ten seconds. Now Coach Forman came running wondering if I’d killed myself with a Bunsen burner, only to see me pouring Sodium Hydroxide over a half naked screaming smart guy. He immediately understood what had happened and started helping me by grabbing a spray hose from the sink and rinsing the base off the smart kid. Luckily he sustained a few minor patches of reddened skin and lost a pair of pants and a shirt. He was pathetic standing there in his whitey tighty underwear next to me wearing a full front rubber apron and gloves. He was send to get a new shirt and pants. Foreman looked at me and said good job. Not as dumb as I thought. Turned out that I went to school my entire life until age 18 without anyone noticing or asking if I could see well. It was assumed I was an intense but slowish reader, but checked out during class. The problem is that I have fairly good vision, but radical astigmatism. My grandmother started working for an eye doctor as a receptionist when I was 17, she had previously worked for a dentist. Eventually I visited her and I suppose from working there she learned the signs of a person with sight trouble. She noticed how I would read books and said you have a sight problem. My problem was I couldn’t see the chalkboard very well and did poorly in class. I was fixed up with glasses in a few days and I was able to read without eye strain and see chalkboards. Now my question regarding strings and pH is, have any of you stable geniuses considered applying chemistry to your bass killing hands situation? What’s the most common mild base regularly found in a household, besides clothes washing bleach? Uh huh, Baking Soda. Did you ever consider putting some in a zip lock bag and dusting your guitar wipe down cloth with Baking Soda? Your acidic fingerings could be neutralized with a little wipe of the cloth. It pays to know your basses from your bases.
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