Scottish Borders Council leader launches rap song
It's called 'Little Man' and includes references to the south of Scotland.
Conservative Councillor Euan Jardine - who performs under the name Euan J - has led the council since 2022.
He says writing lyrics helps him to destress and he hopes to inspire others to be creative and follow their passions.
"Don't get put in a box, don't fall into stereotypes. I'm five foot one, I used to play basketball, I used to run, why can't I rap?
"I'm sure some will say they didn't have it on their bingo card for 2025, the council leader making a rap track, but this is who I am, I'm not hiding who I am.
"Rap gets a really bad rep for what it is. A lot of people think it's violent, no. Rap is one of the purest forms of lyricism in the world, if not the purest, for me."
He's also planning to release an album called Shepherd's Son.
He said: "My dad was a shepherd, I'm also a Christian and Jesus is a shepherd. So there'll be a whole introspective album, and hopefully, who knows, performing at the MacArts or volunteer hall soon."
Little Man will be released on Spotify on Friday 23 May.
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