Paul SG
MC Conrad or Conrad to me
In late April of 2024, when the Drum & Bass world lost arguably its most iconic voice, I lost one of my best friends.
We met, when LTJ Bukem started playing my music. I think the first time was backstage in Heidelberg in Germany. I was shy, in my early twenties and not the usual kind of music business guy, inexperienced and naive and just a young man.
My connection with Danny ended in him signing dozens and dozens of tracks for the label, me becoming a resident at Bukem In Session at Fabric in London and naturally seeing Conrad regularly.
At the time, I stayed with Furney in Aylesbury for a month every year and this is where I really met Conrad, who grew up n the same town. For the first time, we met outside of the usual nightclub environment.
He cooked the most amazing jerk chicken and I’ll never forget the taste of the rice, soaked in all the juices and marinade. It wasn’t the last time he cooked for me although it never tasted quite like that first time! He added Red Stripe to the jerk and rice and to this day I’m convinced that it made all the difference.
As we saw each other more regular and played a few shows with Bukem outside Fabric, we started becoming close. We clicked and understood each other on a deep level of mutual respect.
We went through dark times together in years to come.
When he couldn’t tour America or Asia anymore, I was there.
When he parted ways with Danny and Good Looking, I was there.
When he wasn’t allowed to use his artist name “MC Conrad” and nobody in the so called scene wanted to touch him and work with him, I was there.
We shared everything with each other, thoughts and emotions but also beds and plates.
When we weren’t seeing each other whilst playing shows together all over Europe or visiting each other, we would be on the phone several times a week, bouncing ideas off each other, making each other laugh or cry and just discussing life in general for hours. An intellectual exchange that became as regular as taking a shower or having a sandwich.
Conrad was a visionary, incredibly talented and very tough on himself when it came to his art but for me, he was this gentle giant. A kind and selfless, incredibly funny and witty, highly intelligent loving friend that I could count on 24/7 and vice versa.
It’s not easy to live in 2 different countries and preserve something so fragile as a deep friendship but it was easy with Conrad.
I loved him like a brother and will do for the rest of my life. I miss him every day and the thought of him being at peace gives me great comfort. Conrad went to Jamaica for the first time in his life and came back to Birmingham literally a couple of days before he passed away. I was very happy that he finally got to go to Jamaica, the land of his parents and and I was looking forward to hear all about it but it sadly never got to that.
I will continue to wave his flag until I can’t raise my arm anymore.