I checked out Jack Parow this weekend at the Ultimate-X games on Saturday. It was so sick. There were millions upon millions of skate rats and BMX bandits everywhere! The Cape Royale concierge dropped us off in the Jaguar. and we blended RIGHT in – thanks to my Wolverine T-shirt!

Instant respect in any skate-park or motorbike ramp-hall..

“Touch Yourself – Seth”
(Note the Wolverine shirt – instant respect!)

Lest we forget the new Skull & Crossbones Havaianas..
(luminous – glow in the dark – no spice)

I could see a lot of the young punks were starting to look up to me. They could see I had been there – you know – back in the day…. When we were riding the first Christian Hoisoi’s and Rob Roskopp’s. I stuck with Santa Cruz, but Jeffery was bound to Powell Peralta by the hip. Some oke’s had that plastic cover over their trucks, but I didn’t – because I was loose. NMB bearings and Rat Bones wheels was how I rolled.

Jack Parow, however, used to cruise on a Variflex board.

I know..it’s completely off the hizzo!

Jack Parow hit the stage and absolutely killed it. I hadn’t heard some of his other songs. He sang about eight tracks which all rocked, blending a bit of Cypress Hill with Benoni and white-trash Cape Town. What more do you want?

Check it out – live video of Jack Parow singing Cooler As Ekke.

Quality sucks, but you’ll watch it anyway, because it’s rad.

*Wait for box to appear with circle. Then wait for circle to stop spinning. Then play..

And here are the lyrics in English, just for spice.

Translated by Google:

You think you’re cooler than ekke’s
because you smoke cigarettes Yves Saint Laurent
You think you’re cooler than ekke’s
because you’ve got a tattoo of a snake on your tette.
You think you’re’s cooler than me
because you’ve got a poster of Led Zeppelin above your bed
You think you’re’s cooler than me
because you’s every year at the J & B Met.

You’re old news, I go with raw beats
You lie and wait, I gan searching for something
You’re ice tea, I’m JP
You’s lite beer, I’m spirits
You’re the old with the new fresh look
I’m the old with the Pep Stores pants
I watch you, you koekeloer oukes
You forward jokes even Vernon Koekemoer
I’m great, you’s spasties
I take an poppies, you get an small kids
You Voster’s Tim, I’m Chris Edwards
You innie’s forests, I roll innie fat shit
You’re boring as campfire songs ommie
my style slick sneak suutjies like a vampire
your style kak soft like a pink Marshmallow
girls screaming for just “one night in Parow”

You think you’re cooler than ekke’s
because you’re hanging with models and I hang with Slette
You think you’re cooler than ekke’s
because I’m a rapper and you sing in falsette
You think you’re’s cooler than me
because I ride on the bus and you’re flying on a jet
You think you’re’s cooler than me
because you drive a Peugeot two six zero

You roll with a phone in your pen
I still roll with a 3310
My style casting sexy correctly
You wear even breed Mr Price Red
If I denied skrikkie entire breeding bar
You get more money by breeding your mother
I loose the whole Jol papnat
If you start boarding the entire path Jollie vat
I’m American jys Iraq
I lat you bomb the weak kak spat
I’m a Bic pen, you are a Mont Blanc
You walk around with foam on your rear foot-edge
I’s original u’s gecopy
I’m a flash drive, you are a floppy
You make sure you had your mom’s fake Jack Parow bra
I live like a straatmeit

You think you’re cooler than ekke’s
because you drink at Ku De Ta and I drink at De decks
You think you’re cooler than ekke’s
because you are the gentleman’s, bra eksie prette
You think you’re’s cooler than me
because I keep holiday in Hartenbos and hold holiday in Quebec.
You think you’re’s cooler than me
because you have the new issue of One Small Seed

Jack Parow bra I’m a wild cat
You eat caviar and couscous
Klipdrif I drink, you drink Peroni
You’ve got friends in Sweden, I have friends in Benoni
I buy all my clothes at the local Pep Stores save more
You buy all your clothes in a rear store
You only wear Polo shirts breeding
Shame, you listen to the Dirty Skirts

My name’s Parow, thick heavy uitgeskollie
You seem like Jeremy de Tollie
Jack Parow the life of the party
You only wear breeding ISSEY MIYAKE
You’re too cool for school, ex moss kief
I’m Grasshopper, jys Lacoste sports
You flop lat the cake, I lat the house rice
Your girl has a picture of me on her Space Case

Click HERE for the original music video

The party moved from the Ultimate X Games to The Assembly in town.

I received a sms from Jack Parow at 1am: “Fokkit, nice meeting you today man. u should have to come to assembly. ripped the fokkin roof off this jol. was kak lekke!”

What a goddamn legend!

Jack Parow is a national treasure and we should treat him as such.

Check him out playing video games and being interviewed by Zoopy’s Game State here.

Hey, and when you’re done there, check out these two pics from the day at Ultimate X.

Nic de Wit doing a “backflip” on MX bike

Wayne Reiche doing a “front flip”

pics by Eric Palmer

Sick!

[thanks lace]