#dangerjonescreative

This was once a strange place to me; this particular spot in this particular airport. It felt like a hideyhole. A stale part of this airport where you can smell the tequila filtered by body mass and aggravation.

Right now it's a nice little pause before I get on a flight home. Such a foreign concept of a home being a place. I'm more positive than I have ever been that I'm about to start an entirely new journey & for the first time ever I trust the frequency.

As I typed that the song "Boycott Heaven" by The Format starts flowing through my earbuds.

I don't know how to tie together all the loops, but that's the beauty. I really don't have to do anything else but exist and start to try.

Every time David has seen me since the Vinyl Tour he asks "where's my cake"? Once was just conversation; twice was a dare. It took me a few hours and a night to sleep on it. Walked past the resort gift shop and I asked the man working inside if it was possible. Is that even in the capabilities of the resort on no notice? He said yes, but to check with concierge. I was going to sleep on it, but if you're scared go to church, and I needed the information to decide if I was scared😂 She said a number and I asked when I needed to let her know what I had decided. Walked back to our room, changed clothes, and said "Damn it." Grabbed cash and a card and walked back up there very smoothly to not be noticed.

I kept my little game play a secret until a cake was delivered an hour and a half early to the room. I made a safe cave for it and messaged someone I could trust to not tattle or taunt. Advice given and advice taken.

I just found all the papers I brain dumped onto trying to corral my thoughts into words.

I took notes and pictures.

I wish my hands moved as fast as my brain and could replicate on paper what I see up there.

Andy McMahon was Tuesday. It was a full moon. I cried from feeling my brain make sense. I hope like a kid hopes for their first dog that all of my urgent-full of information-talking in swirls DMs to strangers that I just have a hunch about have worked.

I wish it was selfish. God do I. But if anything these are the things that I am going to leave here; the playlist had parts that were chronologically in order to the order I have gotten him to write Jacks lyrics. (Including for others)

He called out TWO songs:

Amelia Jean

Amelia Jean, be a good little soldier/I drove to Richmond with your love in my back/Chasing trains won't stop you getting older/Amelia Jean, wait for me by the tracks/Drove eighty-four to the grave of Buddy Holly/I'm out the sunroof and full of Texas wind/Amelia Jean, is it warm back home in LA?/I'll write you when I know where to begin/Whoa, Amelia,(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/I can feel you(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/In my bones/Amelia Jean, you're such a brave little solider/I drove to Nashville when your sister called, concerned/Some people stay, some are born to run away/Amelia Jean, I'm sure you'll get your turn/Whoa, Amelia,(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/I can feel you(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/Whoa, Amelia,(I can feel you when the wind dies down)I can feel you, I can feel you, in my bones/Amelia Jean, you went and married a soliderI swear I never meant to leave you in the rain/So I'll come back to take the weight off your shoulder/Amelia Jean, come on, let's chase the train/Come on/Whoa, Amelia,(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/I can feel you(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/Whoa, Amelia,(I can feel you when the wind dies down)/I can feel you, I can feel you,In my, in my bones

& The Resolution

There's a lot that I don't know,there's a lot that I'm still learning.When I think I'm letting go, I find my body,it's still burning. AND YOU HOLD ME DOWN.You've got me living in the past,Come on and pick me up, somebody clear the wreckage from the blastYeah I'm alive.And I don't need a witness to know that I'll survive.I'm not looking for forgiveness, yeah I just need lightI need light in the dark as I search for the resolutionThe bar's are finally closed so I try living in the momentTil the moment it just frozen, and I felt sick and so aloneI can hear the sound of your voice still ringing in my earI'm going underground but you'll find me anywhere I fearrrrYeah I'm alive.And I don't need a witness to know that I'll survive.I'm not looking for forgiveness, yeah I just need lightI need light in the dark as I search for the resolution(background singing: tomorrow back from now?and down....we're almost home?...)And you hold me down, yeah you hold me down.Yeah I'm alive and I don't need a witness to know that I'll survive,I'm not looking for forgiveness,yeah I'm alive and I don't need a witness to know that I'll survive.I'm not looking for forgiveness, yeah I just need lightI need light in the dark as I search for the resolutioni need light in the dark as I search for the resolutionI NEED LIGHT I NEED LIGHTlight in the dark in the search for the resolutionthe resolutionlight in the dark...

Little Miss Can't Be Wronggggggg echoed out of a neighboring club. Y'all see that irony right?

In all conversations I always plan on a counter conversation. When force is added to the conversation, would gas mimic the same movement of liquid? On its own state, movement is thought of as controlled because it's tested in/on control. When the targeted consumers a physical, real life human adult that has very little control of factors that effect their environment and oxidative stress levels BUT THE ONE THING THEY CAN CONTROL IS WHO THEY CHOOSE TO DO THEIR HAIR AND THE PRODUCTS THEY PURCHASE!

But to test that movement theory, you would argue the need to factor in the salon lighting. Types and distance from mirrors, chairs, sinks. The charge in the air. The HVAC. The housing of the salon its self. The stylists height and arm to head distance from chair to cart. The velocity of whisking if they used a whisk. The cleanliness of said whisk. The material of the whisk. Did you put on gloves before or after you touched the whisk. The brush and how those same things apply to it then the before of the brush coming into your salon. The quality of all of the pieces of the colorbrush matter. The way they age and how they hold under force that's a human hand with temperature and grips and posture and fatigue and the products they are using that claim to support are only doing the opposite because they knowingly used chemical compound equations that have very vague research or are adjacent to what should have been used(if at all) because of poor ego and greed. The narrative they're trying to create is that this phenomenon is going to be from lack of grooming combined with the inter fiber frictioning and spontaneous loop back of hairs because of COVID. That's not the truth. Those two behaviors have been on their radar, and at the very least; 2015. They had ample time to correct their formulas instead they held trainings to "be ready to support stage artists by blow-drying"and wrote it off as someone else's responsibility. I believe they have known about the ionic warfare in their products and color/lightener that friction may cause because of their push to use Denman starting at/in 2015 with Destination and the trainings that were held there after.

An industry driven by one thing, while being built on another, falling on the backs of anyone but the people in charge of making decisions that effect the world.

Sometimes it's easier to have a conversation about something when you understand the character and culture that would contribute to the communication.

I info dumped like hell tonight on Lainey. I know people call me crazy about my theories. I justify it as verbally ripping off my bandage. It's probably a safety tactic born from trauma.

She seemed to enjoy them & I took it as a plus that I've gotten better at explaining them!

When I got home I sat down and checked my notifications. DJonesBalayage posted a video. K18. The layout was a plus sign. That's common. It's a normal layout. DangerJones posted a story. Different brand. Framar. Cute. Same layout. I cried.

just a warning because once my Dad picks up my niece I am unleashing my brain and thumbs to the internet. Of course we're in the same industry.