Dj Fuze of Digital Underground does Willie Maze's Intro [video]

DjFuze of Digital Underground murders WillieMaze's Intro from Willie Maze on Vimeo.

At Dream Day 12 this year, I introduced Dj Fuze as "one of the most relevant OG dj's in the Bay, and one of the most relevant djs now" and not many can claim both. Yesterday, I was in the lab with the legendary (platinum recording artist) Dj Fuze of Digital Underground fame working on a mix for our Thursday night party *ULTRAwave* with SakeOne of (((Local1200))), he casually jumped in and murders my intro for me (thanks) and flexes his other skills in the process... Oh yeah mix will be out next week, free copies at *ULTRAwave* at Somar Thursday!





Dj Fuze
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ULTRAwave
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Somar
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WillieMaze
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HOMIE LOVE

A while ago I nominated my homegirl Nancy for an Agape Foundation Peacemaker prize, which they won for their life-changing (and saving) work in the Mission (SF) with Latino/a youth, taking their love for their set/block/hood and turning it into love for the people, our struggle and freedom.  When nominating her, I asked Nancy, "you wanna be nominated? Or the organization?"  she snapped "You ain't shit wit'out your Homies!"  H.O.M.E.Y. stands for Homeys Organizing the Mission to Empower Youth.  They were a part of a recent shutdown of the I.C.E. (Immigration Control [ha] and Enforcement) who has been unjustly deporting and detaining mission residents who are the life blood of the city on some homeland paranoia/prison industry bullshit.  Here are some photos.

These are a few of my Homies that I ain't shit without... 

MATTHEW AFRICA is my ace.  He busts the dope moves on mix tapes and up in the club.  He and DJ Eleven collaborated the definitive "DIRTY RAPS... the Best of Too $hort" mix last year, and he is still driving the ladies (of age of course) wild with the double disc "Dirty R&B... the Best of R. Kelly."  He and I make party every Saturday up at Kitty's in Emeryville at a night called Crazy From The Heat!  Matthew is like my personal library of dope music.  He's always hella generous and willing to talk music over some dranks.  His latest and greatest is "HARD AS FUCK VOL. 4" on Beer and Rap which will have you stompin' the shit out of somebody in no time!

DJ ELEVEN of (((LOCAL1200))) fame is the tallest DJ on record and we go back so far I hooked him with his name.  He laces the ladies, gents, boys and girls with the get sweaty heavy heavy monster sound at The Rub in Brooklyn every first Saturday with the dudes Cosmo and Ayers.  Like B-Legit said the dude is "so international" and i would agree.  He rep'd the Town on the Best of Too $hort with Matthew Africa and has made like A BIZILLION other DOPE mix projects that stay in rotation round the world.  He and The Rub homies kicked the shit out of a huge undertaking unlike any other in their take on the "HISTORY OF HIP HOP" series that plays all the platters that matter from 1979 to today!  Hot damn!

SAKE ONE my (((LOCAL1200))) crewfam makes sure the Bay's soundtrack to the struggle for freedom, justice, and equality always has its proper dose of dynomite soul!  My man is the Bay's foremost record slayer and holds down the best weekly nights in Fog Town.  PACIFIC STANDARD TIME (tuesday) and COLORS (thursdays).  Sake stands tall amongst us freedom fighting party mongers who put it where our hearts are and still makes the ladies say "Owwwwwww."  For real doe, my man is a Legacy in this line of work and makes good like the champ he is!   Here is a live mix he rocked at Colors (early set), at the behest of his moms I think.  

I could go on and on!  Fuck it, think I'll go weekly with it... HOMIE LOVE.  Word!

In Struggle, 

w.m.

p.s. Big up Fred Savage of  SUCKA FREEZE!

NVR OVR... WHAT'S IN A NAME?

Willie Maze here... supwiddit?  

I found music stashed away in a the rat infested storage room in my families crib in Jingle Town USA.  Cardboard treasure chests made sure this kid was reared on the blues, soul music, jazz, moms rock records on uncle bob's realistic stereo... apparently my family liked to throw down.  My first gig was playing records at a house party for sips of beer and drags of tobacco... sometimes pocket change... hell yeah!

The Meaning of the Name.... Gang Starr

The kid really hit his stride when he got passed a "rap" tape from his patna Theo at school.  It was a radio program of an early hip hop show his pops recorded in new york.  It was black with a piece of masking tape on it that said RAP in all caps.  I wore that shit out.  On my way home I always stopped to throw rocks at bottles and shit.  After hearing that tape all shit looked different.  The paintings on the wall was now graffiti, there really was broken glass everywhere, and someone talked about my life in song... IT WAS ON!  Baseball was my first love, hip hop would be my life... 

Hip Hop you the love of my life... - The Roots

... BUT Mo Money Mo Problems the man said.  The billion dollar industry it has become, the internet taking it global, leaders, biters, and saviors coming and going and the ever present tyranny of popular taste has mutated and at the same time changed pop culture forever.  My mode is the same, my thirst for the freshness is stronger than ever, but i can't seem to satisfy myself with the shit that's out now.  Evolve or die. 

"Hip Hop Don't Stop".... "Our Work Is Never Over."   Get it?  

So here it is... my evolution.