Back in the early '90s, going on yet another shoestring van tour across the states, we [Gobblehoof] decided to supplement our meager earnings with some crappy merch, namely hand-dyed and silkscreened Ts. We dyed cheap T-shirts red and black, though the resulting colors would have been better described as mottled salmon and dirty dishwater gray. We pressed on and silkscreened an image of our singer screaming into a mic with our band name [Gobblehoof] emblazoned underneath in some stylized, quasi-metal font that resembled a blood spatter, onto each poorly-dyed shirt. We sold them for five bucks apiece, making gas money to get to our next gig. It wasn't until halfway through the tour, when we took the rare opportunity to do some laundry, that we realized that in addition to discoloring all the other laundry in a load with one of our T-shirts, the silk-screened image on the guilty T had almost completely disappeared! Our very competent, jack-of-all-trades guitarist had purchased water-soluble ink! We continued to sell them, with a verbal disclaimer about the damage that they could cause and the fact that the image would be a pale ghost of a splotch after only one wash. Remarkably, our mostly young and grubby male fans were unfazed, stating, "I never do laundry anyway."
