A Night Of Madness In Stellies Ft. Jack Parow & Die Mystic Boer

Plans of a quiet week went out the window when a little reminder popped up telling me that Jack Parow, Thieve and Die Heuwels Fantasties were jamming at Klein Libertas Theatre. I still hadn’t seen Die Heuwels and after Ramfest I had to see Jack again. I sent the message out.

The Filmo, reluctant at first, was the first to confirm followed shortly by Banks. It was on. I promised myself it would be a quiet night, a few beers at the back of the crowd, just taking it all in. There was absolutely no need to get ridiculous. No need at all.

Unfortunately my name is Nash and quietly is not how I roll. Things got out of hand and I found myself back in Cape Town just before sunrise. Full story after the jump.

So Banks picked The Filmo and me up from his HQ, on Sea Point beach road – excuse me, and we set off for one of my favourite towns, Stellenbosch. Unfortunately we didn’t read the event info correctly and arrived just in time for jack Parow but missed everyone else. Bleak but excited for Jack we hit the bar. I suppose starting with two drinks each was an indication of the direction the night would take, but I chose to ignore it.

We squeezed our way to the front for Parow’s show and the madness began. The dude is so incredible to watch. With his signature long peaked cap, short shorts and wife-beater with ‘Congratulations you have just met Jack Parow’ written on it he rocked the crowd. The kids around us knew every single word and went absolutely mental.

Jack pulled the tidiest little brunette onto the stage and from there things got crazy. She pulled up as many girls as she could, beer cans were flying, rude words flashed on the back screen, and kids screamed Jack’s lyrics back at him. It was awesome!

When the set finished up we were obviously on a big of a high and not ready to go home. Robo_ert had told me earlier that Hazer was playing at Die Mystic Boer so we thought we’d give it a go, just for one or two.

We arrived to a packed bar/club and got stuck into our first round as we headed upstairs to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a mash-up of Jack Parow tracks as the TV next to the bar screened Parow’s music video on MK…an overload van die pirate van die caravan park and a good indication of how big the dude is getting.

To say it was hot up there is a massive understatement, we were suffering but hit the floor anyway. Thirty minutes in the DJ, who had the most amazing vibe – super quiet and it looked like he was fresh off the farm, dropped a crazy dubstep mix. Needless to say the party started.

It got so crazy in there and it was like partying in an attic. Sweat was literally dripping off the ceiling. We all looked like we had been swimming, the drinks kept coming and so did the tunes. The Filmo was doing his thing with his Lomography Cam (pics coming soon) and the dance floor just kept getting busier. Wrapped up in the good times 4am rolled in sharpish, the music stopped and we were left with buzzing ears, wet clothes and no idea where we could go next.

Luckily the lovely Elsa Marie, whom I met on the dance floor of the Electro Dome at Ramfest, directed us to Springboks, the only place that would be open. We hit it. Unfortunately it was super crap. We stayed for a drink and a little jam amongst the testosterone filled students. It seems the uglier or fatter the dudes are the greater their need to fight. Must be something to do with the lack of sex they must surely be suffering from. An outlet perhaps. Or maybe daddy just didn’t love them enough.

Hunger soon took over and we headed across the road to the perfectly located McDonalds. All I wanted was a Quarter-Pounder Deluxe with a chocolate milkshake. Unfortunately they had neither. I settled for a Big Mac and made a new friend while I waited.

Her name was Vicky and she was a lovely Afrikaans girl. I had some of her pie, she had some of my burger and she obviously thought I was hilarious when I told The Filmo and Banks I’d see them back in Cape Town because I was staying the night with her, just not funny enough to actually let me stay over. It was a 50/50 call a strategy you should all go for at 5am. No time to waste time.

The rest of the night is blurry. I fell asleep as we left the garage – from complete exhaustion NOT because I had been drinking, I can handle my booze better than all of you. I woke up in Sea Point at The Filmo’s and the rest, as they say, is history.

Once again Stellies delivered. I don’t know why I don’t party there anymore. I think I’m going to make a concerted effort to get there more often. Let’s do a Wednesday business lunch followed by a night out. That sound good to you? Sweet, drop me a line and we’ll set it up.

Nash…
Out!