“Well this is my back yard – my back gate I hate to start my parties late.” My Party, Dire Straits
This blog is dedicated to chronicling the intersection of music, art, culture, politics, and IP law. All of those forces came together spectacularly last night as my law firm, Finnegan, hosted its 16th concert reception at the International Trademark Association’s Annual Meeting here in Washington D.C. Back in ’97, we at Finnegan hit upon a recipe for party success–combine an inspiring setting, superb cuisine and convivial beverages, first rate music, and a few thousand of your best clients, colleagues, and friends, mix cleverly, and voila–you have an event to remember. From San Francisco’s legendary Fillmore West to the House of Blues, Boston, these soirees have become the marquee event on Tuesday night at INTA. Last night was no exception. We took over the Newseum–a stunning architectural gem situated between the Capitol and the White House, and dedicated to news and journalism. As soon as the doors opened at 9:00 p.m., a stream of IP professionals from around the world wound throughout the building, exploring provocative exhibits ranging from 18th century newspapers to portions of the Berlin Wall and the Twin Towers.
Providing the soundtrack for the evening was DC favorite David Kitchen and his crack band. Combining the verve, energy, and harmonies of the Beatles with the soul and grit of Roots music, Kitchen and the band captivated an audience of thousands, inspiring several revelers to kick up their heels in the Newseum’s main atrium. A masterful cover of Todd Rundgren’s “In Your Eyes,” brought the vibe to crescendo level. Moments later, the clock struck 11:00, and like IP Cinderellas, our crowd was ushered out the Newseum doors into the misty Washington night. There, with the rotunda gleaming to the left and 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue beckoning to the right, all thoughts of contentious legal and political issues melted away. We were aglow.
Music has a way of doing that.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: “There was music from my neighbor’s house through those summer nights. In his enchanted gardens, men and girls came and went like moths, among the whispering and the champagne and the stars. I believe that few people were actually invited to these parties. They just went.” Nick Caraway, The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.