Hairyman, is a hairy man from the depths of the forests of far south Tasmania.
“Some call me a singing poet, some call me a balladeer, some see me as convict punk, some as redgum revived. Stuffed if I know, I love to write about stuff from convicts to whaling, politics to love, and shipwrecks to war…and get a greater pleasure sharing my words to others by acappella. I have always loved stories; I am not good with a brush but with my voice, I can paint a picture for all to see.”
Recording soon, for a release next year.