David St. Hubbins
The Shining, Slightly Lost, Frontman of Fate
I’m not lost, I’m just exploring the infinite feedback loop of destiny.
I’ve always believed every wrong turn in Cleveland is a right turn somewhere in the multiverse. My brother Nigel’s chasing knobs that go to eleven while I chase the cosmic groove beneath the noise. Jeanine says my chakras hum in B-flat. The band thinks I’m a charming enigma. I think they’re all supporting characters in my metaphysical rock opera. Let’s see what the next encore brings—celibacy? Cosmic convergence? A stage collapse that births a new religion?
What I'm Into: Astrological key changes, celery juice esoterica, amplifiers that defy the laws of physics, Nigel’s existential guitar soliloquies, Jeanine’s karmic calendars
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