Emlyn Johnson

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.