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nacoran
4470 posts
Aug 19, 2011
9:24 AM
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I got this ehow link in my email this morning. Usually it's something completely random I couldn't relate to my life in any way. Ah, but if you just look at things sideways sometimes...
So, here it is, how to maintain your cutting board harmonica comb.
ehow
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Nate
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chromaticblues
965 posts
Aug 19, 2011
9:36 AM
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I do something similiar to this Nacoran.
When I buy a Marine Band that plays well. I put the harp in front of a dehumidifer for a day then put the whole harp in a jar of mineral oil for three days. Then take it out remove the coverplates and wipe them down also wiping the excess oil from the outside of thereedplates. Then I run hot water through the harp for about 30 seconds. That removes most of the oil from inside and it won'r sweel because the wood is full of oil now. I then tapp out the water and dry it off. I then let it sit for about a week with the tines down. The excess oil will run out. just wipe the tines off put the plates back on and no more swelling comb! It seems to seal it very well well also. They play great after this. I haven't had any issues with anything gumming up because of the hot water rinse.
I have a G A and Bb that I'm playing now and they play great! Good ole Marine Band TONE due to no embossing.
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shbamac
144 posts
Aug 19, 2011
10:26 AM
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Personally I wouldn't use mineral oil. Don't care to suck on a refined petrochemical while playing harp.
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nacoran
4473 posts
Aug 19, 2011
11:24 AM
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Shbamac, so do you leave them 'naked' or do something else? Mineral oil seems to be one of the preferred methods in the harp community.
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Buzadero
828 posts
Aug 19, 2011
11:52 AM
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"Personally I wouldn't use mineral oil. Don't care to suck on a refined petrochemical while playing harp."
No plastic combs, then?
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shbamac
145 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:11 PM
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Nope
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toddlgreene
3215 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:19 PM
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I'm in the oil business. I LOVE plastic combs. They taste like money.
Unless you set them on fire whilst playing them, you're safe. Of course, if you do set your harmonicas on fire whilst playing, you've got much bigger problems to deal with than being poisoned by burning plastic.
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Todd L. Greene
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shbamac
146 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:22 PM
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That's why I don't play plastic combs anymore. Last time I did I lost all my nose hair and my eye brows...
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toddlgreene
3216 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:24 PM
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haha...If you insist on flaming harps(which would be a great crowd-pleasing visual), try mesquite or oak combs, and balance a pork roast on your head.
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Todd L. Greene
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shbamac
147 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:28 PM
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LOL, nice...
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Honkin On Bobo
742 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:41 PM
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"I'm in the oil business. I LOVE plastic combs. They taste like money."
Now that's a good movie line. Then again, a discussion about harp comb material isn't exactly scintillating drama, is it.
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nacoran
4477 posts
Aug 19, 2011
2:50 PM
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Shbamac, just remember, woods can be poisonous too. So can metals. Now, aside from being kind of vulnerable to shattering, glass combs might be interesting.
Todd, funny you should mention burning plastic... (or awkward segway to an only tangentially related story)
When I was a kid I was in band. Let's see, we were living in Westville, so that would have made it fifth grade...
One night we had a big concert and got home late. The cats met us at the door. They were hungry. My mom had forgotten to pick up more cat food. She decided it would be easier to cook them up some Steak-Ums instead of going back out to the store, so she took them out of the freezer and turned on one of the burners and went in the other room to take off her shoes. Meanwhile, I got in my PJ's and headed to the bathroom.
There was a strange, flickering light coming from the living room. I rounded the corner, into the kitchen... FIRE!!! FIRE!!! FIRE!!!
My mom rushed out and quickly got things under control. She was tired and she'd turned on the wrong burner. My brother's plastic Duke's of Hazard lunchbox was now a melted-scorched blob of black and red yuckiness (kind of like the movie) but the fire was out.
So, being a concerned mother she wanted to know if there were any fumes she had to worry about. She called the local fire department to ask. The conversation went something like this:
Mom- "Hi. I just had a small kitchen fire. It's out, but I wanted to know if there would be problems with the fumes."
Fireman- "What caught on fire."
Mom-"My son's plastic lunchbox was on the stove."
"Well, we can't tell without coming out there."
(Pause)
Mom- "Okay, I suppose you could send someone out in a car to check."
Fireman- "No mam, we don't send just a car. It's the whole truck or nothing."
(Long Pause)
Mom- "Okay, send the truck."
(Wait)
The sound of fire truck sirens at close to midnight on a school night. Zoom. They miss the turn for our street and go zooming off into the night.
(Long Wait)
Fire truck sirens coming back, pull into the apartment complex, looking for building 8, instead find building 7. Everyone in building 7 comes pouring out thinking they are on fire.
Fireman- "Wrong building. Quick, drive across the lawn, those people standing outside, they might be on fire. I know they said the fire was out, but we can't trust them!"
(Firetruck drives across the lawn, flashing lights, now everyone in building 8 thinks they are on fire. My dad, recently separated from my mother and living in one of the other buildings in the complex, fortunate enough not to be on fire, just like all the buildings, shows up, looking in the picture window grinning.
Mom- "Get out of here."
(Dad leaves. Lone fireman enters while the rest put on their suits.)
Fireman- "Where's the fire?"
Mom- "It's out. We told you that on the phone. We just needed to know if there was a problem with the fumes."
Fireman- "Right, I knew that. That's have a look."
(Fireman is lead to the kitchen, examines the remains of Bo and Luke.)
Fireman- "What was that?"
Mom- "A plastic lunchbox."
(Pause)
Mom- "So, are there any fume problems?"
Fireman- "I have no idea. Maybe you should just leave a window open just in case. Have a good night."
To this day, when I smell burning plastic I crave Steak-Ums. Is that steak? Ummm...
Actually, they made a pretty impressive rescue recently. They caught an escaped parakeet from a 50 foot tree using the ladder truck. If they hadn't have caught it the poor thing would have froze to death. Of course, I think it got out again a couple weeks later and was never seen again. :(
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