Imagine this: I was trying a new lacquer, along with a new dye and a new spraygun (forgot to add, a new rotating screw compressor) on a horn I planned on selling. It's a really nice lacquer wich has to be applied on one thick coat and that's it, no buffing, no retouching, nothing else is required (nothing else other than a perfect lacquering technique that has to match the characteristics on that lacquer)
I applied the coat and after 5 minutes noticed that a slight sign of run on developed... small enough and on a location that the keywork would suffice to hide it for good. I left to lunch and when I got back, not only the runon had "worsened up" on me, but a really BIG bug that must have got in when I entered/left the lacquering boot was permanently stucked on the bell.
I started to delacquer the freshly applied coat using even more curse words than we techs use with broken or rusty needle springs, and this lacquer is tough as a rock... the first coat of stripper didn't even bothered the surface. I applied a second coat and lit the horn using my butane torch. Good, softened up a little. Washed it, applied a third thin coat and lit it again, more lacquer off... then, thinkin "I'm the master of delacquering" I applied a really thick coat of stripper and lit the horn on fire. A huge fireball made me think "I overdid it... well, I'll have to hand polish the residues away..." when I started to hear like a creeping sound followed shortly by "clinks" "Clunks" and "Clonks" (posts and hardware hitting the floor!)
This was after noon, long story short, I had such a bruised ego that I cleaned, resoldered everything and aligned the mechanisms, polished, cleaned and lacquered the horn that very day, and set it up the next day...
We refer to this horn as the "Horn On Fire" :lol: (sold it 3 days after the fire, letting the customer know the story of the horn)