Georg Dinstl
Riding since:1992
Profession: party breaker, artist, guy to hang out with, cheers!!
Why are you Ästhetiker: NO IDEA, ask them.. i guess they like me and we’re pulling on the same string!!
Inspiration: everyday life, surrounding, music, drinking...
Best Story to tell: Selling the worst smelling and worn out pair of vans to a guy on pills at a show in the UK.
Nice and friendly as you can be on „uppers“(pills) that guy sneaked up
to me at the merch desk and asked me politely for one of my fucked up
smelly shoes. ( actually i told a friend the other day that i definitely
need a new pair of shoes, but i can not afford them at the moment..
being in a punk rock band doesn’t mean to be well equiped when it comes
to clothes!!!)
So back to the topic:
That guy wasn’t asking for tourshirts or any vinyl; he was asking for his nightmare!
Well i was a bit confused and double checked on his crazy order. My ears
were right. He wanted one out of my pair of shoes. I started a joke by
telling him that he couln’d afford these historical companions.. but he
was focused on them and asked for the price as if a dog would see a
fucking big snack! I delivered a summ that i thought noone would ever
pay for that pile of shit! „ 70 pounds and you’ll get my shoes“ i
said.. to my surprise he pulled out a big roll of money and said that’ll
be alright, but he just needs one of the pair. Pissed as i was i handed
out one of my shoes and returned 70 pounds into my pocked... i thought
what a freak, what is he going to do with one of my shoes.. seconds
later he came back to the merch desk and again, politely as you are on
whatever he took, he was asking for a marker.. i passed on the marker
and told him to make sure to return it after using it. About 5 minutes
later he appologized for keeping the marker that long and left it on the
table next to me before walking off into the growd again..
Well i guess that’s me.. standing on duty behind the merchdesk with one
shoe and smelly socks.. but i thought that’s not a big deal ‚cause i was
sure that some of my friends would have a second pair with them that i
can borrow till i get myself a brandnew pair of sneakers..
So after the show i walked to the backstage area to ask my friends for some footwear i can wear till the next day.. as i heard loud laughing and screaming out of the artists room.. i entered and saw my friend holding my shoe, telling the others what just happened to him.. “a guy on pills let everyone sign this shoe and past it on to me as a present, what a freak!“ he said..well i cleared the story and asked „who wants to join me for pint at the bar?“
Excited as the last night was, my head turned me back into my pillow after waking up with a massive hang over and left me with enough change in my pocket to buy me a coffe and a pack of cigarettes..
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