Rebel Jack Country - My Story

I grew up in New York City from an Italian and American family. Mom was a chemist and dad was a Jazz Musician and Chemical Engineer who died before I was born.

A proud Gen X-er with backgrounds in Rock, Country and Bluegrass, a degree in Jazz and a love of Argentine Tango, it was songwriting that possessed me the greatest. I had a record deal at age 25 with an industrial metal band which I quit right before the record was released because they didn’t act right. I then fronted two more hard rock power trios and produced my own CDs instead. I lived to write, record and perform. Life was great and the dream was real.

To afford an apartment in the East Village I taught myself to be a software engineer. Cool tech day gigs accidentally turned into a career and I fell asleep in the matrix’s current. I stopped writing. Dancing tango filled the creative void. But I had forgotten how to dream. Fortunately for me the universe created a dystopian nightmare to jolt me awake.

When the tide of 2020 came in New York City was instantly exposed as a mental prison. Turns out Andre was right. Moving trucks on my street were a daily occurrence as the Freedom Loving People and Free Thinkers fled NYC in search of some part of America that still valued freedom. And I was one of them.

In September 2020 I bought a house on top of a mountain in Pennsylvania and moved there to live among the free creatures of the forest. Magical experiences, revelations and synchronicities immediately appeared and I was swept back in to the dream.

Dubbing my estate “Rebel Mountain”, I raised the Culpeper Minute men flag of freedom above it and designed it as my recording studio, film studio and tango salon. Divinely inspired themes and songs began coming to me. Revolutionary war era connections to me and my new land appeared magically. 18th and 19th century antiques filled my home. The acoustic guitar found its way back into my hands. I found my voice and was committed to using it to sing the songs of Freedom Heart and Grit that have lived inside me my whole life to inspire myself, and hopefully others, to rise above the illusions of deceit that surround us and remember the powerful virtues and ideals that were embedded into the founding documents of America and ourselves. Those ideas are real but will only live if we remember to live them. Or die trying.

I quit my job and launched my website and YouTube channel. The first video uploaded was my rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner”. I released my first single, “Saturday Night Muster”, on The Fourth of July, 2025. It tells an imagined story of my real life 5th great grandfather who served in the New York Militia during the Revolution. I believe it was his spirit and DNA that called me to awaken and led me to the mountain to light my path with the torch he once lit by asking once more the timeless question: Will you dare to be Free?

To quote Alan Moore:

“I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.”

I am,

I grew up in New York City from an Italian and American family. Mom was a chemist and dad was a Jazz Musician and Chemical Engineer who died before I was born.

A proud Gen X-er with backgrounds in Rock, Country and Bluegrass, a degree in Jazz and a love of Argentine Tango, it was songwriting that possessed me the greatest. I had a record deal at age 25 with an industrial metal band which I quit right before the record was released because they didn’t act right. I then fronted two more hard rock power trios and produced my own CDs instead. I lived to write, record and perform. Life was great and the dream was real.

To afford an apartment in the East Village I taught myself to be a software engineer. Cool tech day gigs accidentally turned into a career and I fell asleep in the matrix’s current. I stopped writing. Dancing tango filled the creative void. But I had forgotten how to dream. Fortunately for me the universe created a dystopian nightmare to jolt me awake.

When the tide of 2020 came in New York City was instantly exposed as a mental prison. Turns out Andre was right. Moving trucks on my street were a daily occurrence as the Freedom Loving People and Free Thinkers fled NYC in search of some part of America that still valued freedom. And I was one of them.

In September 2020 I bought a house on top of a mountain in Pennsylvania and moved there to live among the free creatures of the forest. Magical Experiences, revelations and synchronicities immediately appeared and I was swept back in to the dream.

Dubbing my estate “Rebel Mountain,” I raised the Culpeper Minute men flag of freedom above it and designed it as my recording studio, film studio and tango salon. Divinely inspired themes and songs began coming to me. Revolutionary war era connections to me and my new land appeared magically. 18th and 19th century antiques filled my home. The acoustic guitar found its way back into my hands. I found my voice and was committed to using it to sing the songs of Freedom Heart and Grit that have lived inside me my whole life to inspire myself, and hopefully others, to rise above the illusions of deceit that surround us and remember the powerful virtues and ideals that were embedded into the founding documents of America and ourselves. Those ideas are real but will only live if we remember to live them. Or die trying.

I quit my job and launched my website and YouTube channel. The first video uploaded was my rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner”. I released my first single, “Saturday Night Muster,” on The Fourth of July, 2025. It tells an imagined story of my real life 5th great grandfather who served in the New York Militia during the Revolution. I believe it was his spirit and DNA that called me to awaken and led me to the mountain to light my path with the torch he once lit by asking once more the timeless question: Will you dare to be Free?

To quote Alan Moore:

“I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.”

I am,