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The Legend of DJ Frankie

Posted by on Jul 14, 2008 in Blog | No Comments

As you may have guessed, DJ Franky wears, under his every day business suit, a black belt in the ancient art of Charm Jiu Jitsu. He goes easy on the common folk, resisting the urge to defeat everyone in his path with a mighty gust of delight and swoon. But on this particular day, he was not dealing with just common folk.

This was the day that the Art Monastery had an appointment with the Minister of Tourism for the entire region of Umbria. Mystophur, JuliaCesare, and I drove to Perugia and picked up our hero at the train station there. Together we trooped into the government building, and without ever having met this man, proceeded to offer that we would happily receive funds from the region. The MoT was unimpressed, and while he liked the idea of the project, was about to wish us luck and usher us back out the door. That’s when DJ Frankie pulled out the big guns. Nodding and smiling and agreeing with the MoT, our DJ changed the music, as it were. The next thing any of us knew, the MoT was laughing and delighted, joking around with JuliaCesare about signing up for her Isadora Duncan workshop. Well, there you go. That’s DJ Franky for you. The meeting ended with the MoT pointing out multiple different sources that we could apply to for funding and heartfully wishing us luck.

We walked out of the office and into the hallway and looked at each other blankly for a moment. Then DJ Franky motioned for us to get in the elevator. We leapt in and as the doors closed did a little dance of success: it is great success to have convinced a government official who is not friends with any of us, that the Art Monastery Project is worthy of funding. It is the first, hopefully, in a long line of strangers-turned-supporters.

Although the project IS amazing and absolutely DOES deserve support, we can only assume that this meeting would not have quite so swimmingly without the inimitable DJ Franky. Thanks again DJ.

But who is your un-named Sensei? I have my guesses…As you may have guessed, DJ Franky wears, under his every day business suit, a black belt in the ancient art of Charm Jiu Jitsu. He goes easy on the common folk, resisting the urge to defeat everyone in his path with a mighty gust of delight and swoon. But on this particular day, he was not dealing with just common folk.

This was the day that the Art Monastery had an appointment with the Minister of Tourism for the entire region of Umbria. Mystophur, JuliaCesare, and I drove to Perugia and picked up our hero at the train station there. Together we trooped into the government building, and without ever having met this man, proceeded to offer that we would happily receive funds from the region. The MoT was unimpressed, and while he liked the idea of the project, was about to wish us luck and usher us back out the door. That’s when DJ Frankie pulled out the big guns. Nodding and smiling and agreeing with the MoT, our DJ changed the music, as it were. The next thing any of us knew, the MoT was laughing and delighted, joking around with JuliaCesare about signing up for her Isadora Duncan workshop. Well, there you go. That’s DJ Franky for you. The meeting ended with the MoT pointing out multiple different sources that we could apply to for funding and heartfully wishing us luck.

We walked out of the office and into the hallway and looked at each other blankly for a moment. Then DJ Franky motioned for us to get in the elevator. We leapt in and as the doors closed did a little dance of success: it is great success to have convinced a government official who is not friends with any of us, that the Art Monastery Project is worthy of funding. It is the first, hopefully, in a long line of strangers-turned-supporters.

Although the project IS amazing and absolutely DOES deserve support, we can only assume that this meeting would not have quite so swimmingly without the inimitable DJ Franky. Thanks again DJ.

But who is your un-named Sensei? I have my guesses…

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