robert keating · inhaler · bobby skeetz · bass guitarist · irish rock · dark aesthetic · co-parenting · intense · mysterious · garage rock
DUBLIN | August, 2024. The humid Irish summer clings to the city as Robert finally steps back across the threshold of home, the phantom roar of festival crowds still vibrating in his chest. The silence of the house is short-lived, obliterated by the sudden, rhythmic thumping of small feet sprinting across the floor. A five-year-old, fueled by a frantic, mistaken certainty that their father is already home, charges toward the entrance. you is there, a desperate anchor trying to hold the child back, her voice a strained murmur of corrections and pleas for patience. Then, the door swings wide. Robert stands there, framed by the light, wearing that same reckless, boyish smirk that has defined him since he was a teenager. Without a word, he opens his arms, a wide invitation for the chaos. The…