DJ EAZY T - The Mixmaestro

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20/07/2025

Part 7: Mix Sessions at Flava, Blu Zoolu & The Wild Thing Action Bar

Alright, a little rewind before we go forward…

Remember that wild Monday night at Circles Night Club in Ndola? Yeah, that one where gravity clearly took the night off and people danced like their rent depended on it. Well, before that madness, I had actually passed through Flava FM for a quick mix session. Now get this—Flava was owned by Gesh Groove, the same guy I had met in Livingstone years back. Small world, right?

But here’s the kicker—he wasn’t even the one who invited me. That was Gene Thang. So imagine the surprise on both our faces when I strolled in and told him, “Yo, we’ve met before.” Was it coincidence? Fate? Some weird DJ multiverse crossover? You tell me. Personally, I think it was one of those everything’s-connected moments that only make sense if you’re a DJ bouncing between towns with a m CD bag and a dream.

Anyway, Flava FM would become my ritual stop before many of my now-legendary Circles visits. Different towns—Ndola and Kitwe—but connected by those early morning playlists and late-night club sessions. And let me tell you something about Flava: this wasn’t your typical “Hello-and-welcome” station. No sir. Flava was built from the ground up to be an entertainment-first, music-forward radio station.

That was my jam. Music-first stations are a rare breed, and walking into Flava felt like walking into a sonic paradise. Their music curation was on point—no fluff, no fillers, just hit after hit, from old-school R&B to deep house and everything in between. If you haven’t checked out Flava Radio & TV yet, do yourself a favour. If you have, then you know what I’m talking about.

That place introduced me to some
soon-to-be life friends—Steve 'So Sick', Bugsy theKID, Jeremy, Skazy J, and a bunch more. All these connections began at Flava, and would spiral out into future collabs, shows, and random dancefloor reunions across the country.

This was 2008, and things were about to take a sharp turn into unforgettable.

2010: Blu Zoolu – Where Cultures and Beats Collided

Fast forward two years.

It’s 2010, and I get this message on Facebook from DJ Shooz. He drops it smooth:

“Bra Eazy, you’re needed here… There’s a spot that just opened, and I told them about you.”

Shooz didn’t need to say more. I packed up and made my way to Victoria Falls, where I was introduced to Mark Sopper, hands down one of the nicest club owners I’ve ever met—and trust me, I’ve dealt with some real characters). The venue? Blu Zoolu in Victoria Falls

Mark and the team rolled out the welcome mat at a place called Blu Zoolu, and that’s where things popped off. For the next two years, Blu Zoolu became the undisputed heartbeat of Vic Falls nightlife. We’re talking an unfiltered blend of tourists, locals, backpackers, entrepreneurs, diplomats, hustlers, and party animals—all under one roof.

The music? Top-tier, international standard, no skippings, no cutting corners. If you had an ounce of rhythm, you were on that dancefloor. And if you didn’t? Well, you learned quick.

Wild Thing Action Bar – Yes, It Was Wild

After two intense years at Blu Zoolu, I got a golden ticket. A chance to run a spot —The Wild Thing Action Bar inside The Kingdom Hotel. And true to its name, it got wild.

We didn’t just throw parties. We shut Vic Falls down.

With a team and friends that included the likes of J Dot, Brayer, DJ Fra, and many more, we threw down sets that are still being talked about in hotel corridors and WhatsApp flashbacks. Some weekends were so packed, we had zero dancefloor space, and people were just vibing in sync with the DJ booth. It wasn’t just nightlife—it was a movement.

There were nights we broke every expectation. Festive season? Madness. There was one Christmas , I remember like it was a headline event: the club filled up beyond capacity. Security started running a one-out, one-in policy. Then it got worse—or better, depending on your perspective. The crowd spilled into the hotel lobby, and they started charging people just to stand there and listen from outside.

We emptied the hotel’s alcohol reserves. All of them. The bars across the entire Kingdom Hotel were dry. People were buying drinks off strangers just to keep the party going. That kind of vibe wasn’t by accident—it was chemistry, crowd control, and killer curation.

Now let’s talk money for a sec. With 95% of the door coming our way, we were pulling in $3,000 to $5,000 a night. We weren’t just DJing—we were making moves. But as always, when young people start making that kind of money, somebody somewhere starts getting nervous.

Next thing you know, the commission’s slashed, the rules change, and the vibes start feeling… different. We gave it three solid years, and when the dilution started setting in, we called it a wrap.

Funny enough, after we left, I heard the club closed and was turned into a casino. Can’t say I’m surprised—we had already cashed in the energy. A revisit might not be a bad idea though… just for the memories (and maybe a cheeky roulette spin 😅). You never know… maybe they might be game to relive the wild nights…

Back to Livingstone: Enter Eastpoint

So I head back to Livingstone, and DJ Razzor hooks me up with a set at Eastpoint Livingstone. I pull up, play my heart out, and it lands well. No major plans, just a good night. Until Razzor says, “Hey, we’re opening another Eastpoint in Ndola. You should come play for the launch—just for two days.” I’ve heard those words before… Deja Vu?

Two days.

You already know how this story ends. Four years later, I was still there, still packing it up, and making club history. The sound and lighting? Next level. The nights? Ridiculous. We had the Copperbelt frozen in time—nobody was opening clubs near us. We didn’t just compete—we cleared the field.

This is starting to feel familiar, right? Just like Fairmount in Livingstone—“Come for 2 days,” and boom, long-term contract.

After the launch weekend, Razzor comes back to me with:

“The boss (Big T), says he likes the way you play and wants to give you a contract. How much do you want?”

And that’s how another chapter started.

Sun FM: The Radio Spin-Off

One Thursday, I’m deep in a 90s throwback set—vinyl-style flavor with zero skips. In walks the Sun FM crew—Dannet & Blackson, presenters, come to the box. They bring along the station owner, who’d been on the dancefloor since he walked in.

He tells me, sweaty and smiling:

“I haven’t danced like this in ages. If you’re ever down to do something like this on radio—come find me.”

And just like that, Club & Party Anthems (Fridays & Saturdays) and Retro Sunday on Sun FM was born. That show would run for almost a decade, and what I learned about broadcasting, programming, and show-running in those years would shape everything after. But we’ll come back to Sun FM… it deserves its own spotlight.

Lusaka Love: Room 101 and Chicago’s

Sometime between 2013 and 2016, I get a call from Rico Ricardo—come through for a 90s set at Room 101 Lusaka. I link up with Gene Thang, and we show up to hold it down. And we did—so much so that resellers couldn’t keep up. That party was pure nostalgia in motion.

That’s where I met Spiro, one of the Room 101 proprietors. He liked my energy, booked me for Chicago’s (the old one), paid me well, and told me to stay in touch.

A few years later, I reach out to Rico again—felt the 90s itch coming back. He tells me Spiro is opening a new spot in Ndola—Room 101 Ndola—I call Spiro up, show up, and find Theo, one of the other partners, pulling his hair out. The sound is a mess and they will be opening in a few days.

The engineer had been struggling for days. I ask to take a shot. Thirty minutes later, sound’s flowing like honey. Clear, crisp, flawless. Theo’s like,

“You’re hired.”

And when I said I actually came to see if I could DJ at the spot, he told me,

“I don’t even need to hear how you play.”

Boom. Just like that—another chapter unlocked.

And here’s the truth: opportunities found me, yes—but only because I was already ready. I wanted it so bad, I’d take any chance, any floor, any booth—but I didn’t just want it, I prepared for it. There’s no point wanting to headline the show if your cables are tangled, your transitions are sloppy, or you haven’t practiced your craft.

I got linked up by people who believed in me, who trusted that if they said my name, I’d deliver. But belief only goes so far—you have to be ready to match that energy when the door opens. No rehearsal time, no second takes. You show up. You shut it down.

So yeah, the gigs, the clubs, the stations—they came calling. But they only stuck because I wasn’t just chasing the dream—I was built for it.

Part 8 is coming up… and trust me, you’re gonna want to see where this goes.

16/07/2025

Pressed Play on Purpose (Part 6b – How It All Makes Sense)

The Beat Chose Me… I started this journey at a tender age — and when I say tender, I mean “can’t-reach-the-turntable-without-a-chair” tender. I don’t even know if I knew what I wanted to be… or if I somehow saw it written through the wide, innocent eyes of a 7-year-old. Maybe I manifested it. Maybe it was fate. Maybe the bassline just found me first. And 10 years later I would get my first “proper gig”

Here’s the thing: no one pushed me into this life. No one said “be a DJ.”
I wasn’t shoved into it. I was pulled — like a vinyl record sliding out of its sleeve, smooth and meant to play.

And when I got there — behind the decks, under the lights, heart synced to BPM — I knew:
This is home.

Being a DJ? Man, that didn’t just give me gigs — it gave me a passport. I’ve traveled places some people only see on postcards or screensavers. I’ve met incredible souls, made friends who became family, played weddings, clubs, fairs, even the occasional wild Monday night…

It wasn’t just the crowd that grew — I grew.
I put myself through school (thank you, weekend residencies).
I started businesses (yes, plural).
I got job opportunities, contracts, collaborations — all because I decided, as a kid, that I was going to press play on purpose.

Now look, I know I’ve probably left out some people, places, or wild nights that deserve their own footnote in this journey. But believe me when I say:
Whether it was a one-hour guest set or a one-month residency — it mattered.
You mattered.
Because this version of me was built by every version of those moments.

If I Could Do It Again…

Would I do it all the same?
Absolutely.
Only this time, I’d throw in a little more hustle, a little more self-belief, maybe invest in Bitcoin early (😅), and pay more attention to those “minor” technical setups before the party starts.

Because, you see, along the way — some folks came into my life and said:
“You can’t be a DJ your whole life.”

Well guess what?

32 years later… I’m still here.
Still spinning. Still learning. Still dancing with destiny behind the decks.
Still proving that when passion and purpose meet rhythm — the song never really ends.

Part 7 coming soon…
(Just gotta sort through the crates of memories, USBs, and half-finished playlists first.)

15/07/2025

Part 6: Beats, Bootlegs & Destiny: My Journey Through the Booths of Southern Africa

After 5 epic years of spinning decks at Paparazzi, the time came. The headphones still fit, the bass still thumped, but my soul whispered: “It’s time to move on.” And so I did — not knowing where destiny would take me next, but certain the rhythm would lead the way.

My next chapter saw me freelancing with Providence, playing at high-profile weddings where love was loud and the music louder. I also did some incredible gigs under Sabela Music Project, run by the legendary Saimon 'Mambazo' Phiri. Funny story — I first met Mambazo during my Amakhosi days. He asked me what I wanted to do with my life. With the pure innocence (and naivety) of youth, I said, “I want to be a DJ.” He later confessed to me that under his breath, he mumbled, “This boy is not ambitious.” 😂 We laughed hard about that one years later — turns out the joke was on him… or on both of us.

2008 – Zambia Calls Again

Enter TiVo, my guy from the Peter Stuyvesant DJ Mix days. One day, he hits me up:
“Eazy, are you free this weekend? I need you to come kick it somewhere.”

Now, I’d just come back from South Africa two weeks earlier, so the timing was immaculate. That Thursday, I was off to Livingstone. Stopped by my aunt’s place and told her I’d be back Monday. (Spoiler: I wasn’t.)

I landed at The New Fairmount Hotel, and bruh — they had Denon DNS 5000s, Numark DVJ players, and lighting that screamed “international standards only!” I was caught somewhere between excitement and full-blown stage fright. But I promised myself:
“You will rock that place Friday. No excuses.”

Now, the Denons had these rotating platters that took me straight back to scratch sessions with my boy Emity — only this time, it was digital.

Friday Vibes, Spinning Stories

I arrived early, escorted by Fitzmaurice, one of the hotel managers. I love starting the night — setting the mood, planting the seeds of the night’s story. I believe every set should take the audience on a journey — valleys, peaks, and the occasional twist.

That night, I played alongside Salim The Virus, the resident DJ with a killer RnB ear. We clicked instantly. And by Sunday, as I was getting ready to bounce, Fitz tells me:
“The owner will be back next weekend — stay, relax, do some safari tours… it’s on the house.”

I mean… who was I to argue with hospitality 100% sponsored?

The next weekend? Madness. The crowd remembered me, danced like they owed me something, and I returned the love with exclusive remixes and peak-hour house bombs. Back then, there was no Shazam — so when we dropped something fresh, people literally begged to know what track it was.

Come Monday, I got called in. The club owner offered me a contract:
$1,000/month for just Friday and Saturday gigs.
Accommodation
Food
Vibes? Unlimited.
I signed faster than a wedding DJ drops “Yeah!” by Usher.

It was there I met legends like Gesh Groove, Skazie, and Jeremy. Gesh gave me his card and said, “I like the way you’re mixing.” Only later would I learn he was one of the big dogs on the scene. This club was becoming the blueprint — a whole new soundscape.

Fast forward to 2009 Trade Fair Week, I get a call from Gene Thang — same guy I met at Paparazzi and the DJ Mix days. He invites me to Ndola for a Monday gig.

A Monday? “Who parties on a Monday?” I asked myself. But I went.

I found out that DJ Waxy had been booed the Saturday before because of too much scratching. “Oh damn,” I thought, “I’m next in line for humiliation.”

First stop: Pink Panther. I met Lesley Fix who was deep in an RnB groove. Then we moved to Circles Nite Club, where Uncle GK, Billy, Kabungo, and the rest of the crew ran the scene. Whisper and Diznut were already warming up the crowd like it was a Saturday in Ibiza.

When it was my turn, first introduced by Jeremy… I pulled a classic move: play a boring track to reset the room — my secret weapon. The crowd paused. 3 tracks later? They exploded. I played for 3 hours nonstop. So hard that management pulled me off people were just dancing the way and others were lined up watching me on the decks… I was asked to rest so people could buy drinks! 😂

After a quick break, I came back with some house bootlegs, and I swear — I thought the roof would collapse from the energy. By the time I was done, it was daylight outside. 6 a.m. Still dark and packed inside... and inside more packed, that I wondered how all those people had managed to fit in the club. And most were just seated there not wanting to go home, like if they did they would "miss out on an after-party" or something... I remember Gene Thang tell me that prior to coming there some lady had sarcastically asked him... "So what's this DJ going to play? Oliver Mtukudzi?"... Well, I guess the loved the playlist coz I was invited back many more times after that.

Looking back, it’s wild how every moment, every person I mett all played a role in shaping my journey.

It wasn’t just gigs. It was divine connection, timing, and showing up…

I didn’t have ambition, they said…
Turns out, I had vision, passion, and a playlist that could resurrect a dead party.

15/07/2025

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13/07/2025

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13/07/2025