About

Heady Jones is a passion, a sensation borne out of the belly and activated by the ill-fit of one’s self in the world. It is a fury; a frenzied longing and intoxicating desire for a world as it should be…a world as it could be. It is neither purely rational nor purely emotional, but manifests as that complicated space where thinking, feeling, intellectualism, need and satisfaction become indistinguishable.

Heady Jones makes you want to shout: shout the pain, shout the anyhow praise, shout the injustice, shout down the walls and shout out your own name.  When the Heady Jones comes down it gets all in your system, and makes you move: it makes you organize, build, tear down, and touch your neighbor’s hand. a heady jones puts you in the place of longing and makes you aware of your estrangement in a land of capitalism, heterosexism, racism, and hate and death by any other names.