For years I suffered intense headaches and wondered what could be
  the cause, until I noticed that it always seemed to occur within
  one or two days after a major player rebuild -- but that was only
  the beginning.

  Weird nocturnal hallucinations followed which would sometimes
  last for days afterwards, and would only be vanquished by constant
  inhalation of burnt shellac.  This was all very well, but the
  rub came when I lost the use of my right forefinger, the very one
  I used to dish the pouches with.  Obviously more evil effects of
  the hot glue menace.  Worse was to come, however.

  I now crave grass (or if unavailable, silage) first thing in the
  morning, and prefer mooing to my native language.  I know this is
  wrong -- I just can't help it.  If only I had never heard of hot
  hide glue!

_Come on, folks,_ get serious here!  If you think the worst thing
you ever inhale is hot glue, in the course of the noble and much
misunderstood pursuit of player piano and organ building, then you
are probably not aware of the world you live in!  Whatever happened
to ventilation and, incidentally, common sense?!

Paul Morris