With Harry Styles his older brother and Madonna his mom (on the pruned and self-styled family tree he planted), Jack, as he likes to be called, is an apostle of beat.. whether we’re talking about the greatest generation of Greenwich Village poets, or the infectious rhythms of a Gorgio Moroder song.

He never graduated college.. dropped out after a professor suggested his writing “too purple”.

Purple is the shade blood holds in your heart for a split second.. as the blue changes to life-giving red. Armed with his teacher’s critique, he felt lionized, oxygenated.. ready for physical days of mindless jobs and blissful nights of writing music.

Living in Paris for three years (now in Texas, on the edge of another unruly river), Jack knows the currents, and currency, of moving waters...  and life.

With no formal training in poetry, art, nor music, he uses his naïveté in magical ways, leaving indelible marks on all who listen, read, review.

If you have the chance to see him perform live, know it is rare. Intensely private, he can be found at the smallest open mic events near Austin, TX.. unplugged, and often unannounced.




First he finds poems, then wraps his music around them. The words on this website are those he’s made into songs. 

They are, for all intents and purposes, lyrics.
 

Not much for social media (sometimes on Bluesky, maybe on Instagram), Jack can be contacted through his friend, favourite poet, and rep, Wolf Johnny, via Wolf’s facebook messenger or email.

 

facebook.com/wolfjohnny​

thejohnnyreel@aol.com

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