About Us

I had a pretty cliché introduction to screen printing. I was 19, and the band I was in at the time couldn’t afford to have shirts made. We were a little cash poor. All our capitol was wrapped up in non-liquid assets; mostly second hand guitar center purchases and mind altering substances. One of the other band members, who was cooler and more “in the know”, asked if I had ever heard of screen printing. “Never heard of it”, I said. He was the creative, and I had a knack for figuring out the technical stuff. Before long, we had hatched a plan. We were gonna beat the house. 

We were gonna print our own merch. 

“How hard could it be?”, we said. A quick google search showed we could get blank shirts for just a couple bucks. “What a rip off! Ten extra dollars to slap a simple logo on it? These printers must be making money hand over fist!” 

We found a company making YouTube tutorials on how to print shirts. There wasn’t much info on the web at the time, so this felt like the keys to the Ferrari. Some unassuming character, who pronounced measure like “mee-zur”, was eager to share in the fruits of his screen printing success. We watched maybe 8 or 10 videos, and off we went. As luck would have it, these helpful printers also sold supplies on the side. We were all set. 

We ordered some ink, emulsion, squeegees, and roll of mesh, then got to work constructing a 50 hour masterpiece out of scraps in our friend’s wood shop. In short order, we had a true paper weight of a wooden press and some screens that would have a tension meter spinning around past zero from hitting the table below. Time for some profit and fun. Lining up the screens was hopeless, and before long everything we owned was covered in large globs of dried emulsion and half-degraded plastisol. This was way before screen printing’s shittiest, or I would have been the poster child. We eventually made some shirts, but definitely didn’t save any money.