I picked up the bass for the first time in the summer of 1988. That year, my senior year in high school, I landed the spot as the bass player for the school jazz band. The school's rig was a really nice Fender tube head with a big 15" cab. The thing was old, and grounding issues, but played great. Anyway, I'm sitting there one morning looking at the back of the head at the tubes. I wonder to myself, "Gee, I wonder if these things get hot?" So, like a genius, I reach out and touch a tube with my index finger, and immediately yelp like a scalded dog. Once the band director stopped laughing, he said, "What is that smell? Is that the smell of your flesh burning?" Live and learn!