I’m often asked* what the point is in continuing this facade, living as a talentless gypsy of a singer-songwriter, perpetually in the shadow of MC Lars. Lars, who I ‘discovered’ (thanks Clare) earlier this year, is my musical, lyrical and intellectual superior, and I’m the jealous type. So why don’t I just throw in the towel? Well, the fact is, Lars’ shadow produces a more satisfying bask than any sun you could offer me.
But if you’re unconvinced by post-punk laptop rap, I heartly invite you to check out Lars’ latest podcast. In this we find out not only that Lars plays a C F Martin & Co guitar which looks very similar to mine (oh lars im like totally your biggest fan i like have your record and like i totally love you and like we have the same guitar and man like you are just so awesome ohmigod OHMIGOD) but that he makes comedy videos as well as he writes songs. As if you could have doubted him.
I’m seeing him in Oxford in a few weeks and I couldn’t be more stoked. As long as people like Lars are getting the exposure I never will, music is safe.