Large man. Athletic build. Facial hair.
Born in Western Australia and hardened in the remotest corners of Tasmanian wilderness and convict-hewn stone of Hobart, Emlyn Johnson writes words with musical accompaniment to heighten the juices and spread confused enlightenment across the deepest valleys and widest rivers of rural Australia.He is a traveling man, followed only by the weather and a weather-beaten nylon-string guitar, his one method of finding a better existence. Wear enclosed shoes and a hairnet, and approach with care. Guaranteed to make you shed a tear.