-- EldonWright - 21 May 2009
Blasting the Beatles was a wildly refreshing way to kick off a law school course, as opposed to, say, a detailed explanation of the on-call system particular to that professor. And just like that well-crafted playlist, our twice-weekly jam sessions were quite purposefully executed. It was the explanation behind the songs, however, that I found harder to swallow than the musical choices themselves. The average professor in the average class enacts controls to establish a framework and facilitate learning, and this was seemingly no different. Moglen’s musical selection very clearly setting the tone (ha), and claimed to be influencing a base level mental shift, readying us for the day’s discussion. I found myself wondering how, exactly, one could play a single track of music at 1:10 PM each day for dozens of people, with totally diverse interests and influences musically and otherwise, whose heads were likely in completely different places upon sitting down for class, and expect even the semblance of a unified response.
I had major problems with the idea that Moglen thought he could ensure a smooth transformation from one of my many fractured personality states to where he wanted my head to be. In addition, as an avowed music snob, at the outset I was also less than receptive to what felt like heavy-handed musical promptings. Now I cannot necessarily speak directly to an abstract readiness to absorb the material, but strictly on a taste-making level I found myself surprised with the results of the semester.
Other than the seemingly requisite Facebook account the only other ‘online social networking’ I participate in is a community of music listeners at www.last.fm , where you download “Scrobbling” software which keeps track of the music you play, and among other things creates custom radio stations based on your preferences. Now, if you were to link to my page and scroll down to “Top Artists” and choose “Last 3 months” as the relevant time period you’d see that The Boss is right up near the top of the heap. I too noticed this recently, and was troubled by it. I immediately had thoughts go through my head like “actually, this is really a long-dormant appreciation, as my mother owns a bunch of his vinyl, and had me listening to Greetings From Ashbury Park on the regular when I was like 9…my musical tastes couldn’t have been somehow influenced without my express written consent...could they?”
We walked through the doors a daunting mix of thoughts and preconceptions. Moglen was forced to take us as he found us, and drafted in music that reflected what he wanted to accentuate about the material; and, no doubt, at least partially reflected what he wanted us to get out of the course. I suppose you can think of Moglen’s efforts (including the music, readings, and discussion) as not so much different than DJing an event, and perhaps it would be useful to consider the practice of law in these terms. You won’t always have a full musicological sketch of your clients. You won’t know whether they grew up in The Bay getting Super Duper Hyphy, if they went through the ubiquitous teenage boy Led Zeppelin phase, or if they mostly stick to Top 40 FM radio.
Clients will walk in with their heads in different places, with different expectations and dilemmas. Not unlike the relationship between the many hat wearing Jack and his equally dissociative psychiatrist, our fractured and damaged clients may well turn the mirror on us in their quest for answers. Hopefully as lawyers we have the presence of mind to loosen our ties, put on A Love Supreme, and get to the business at hand. Maybe there will be a sizeable group of them sitting in front of you, their thoughts scattered, with you at the front of the room and you’ll have to use your legal wherewithal to bring the group together. And hopefully what you lay the needle down on will hit a nerve.
Although I suppose you can never fully account for all the possible effects of your legal counsel: you may just leave them with a newfound appreciation for Springsteen.