Arlington's Levitt has hosted a series of live music concerts in our city's downtown district every summertime since 2008. I used to attend them frequently, but stopped doing so a number of years ago.
That idea of providing live music outdoors was part of what led New York City philanthropists Mortimer and Mimi Levitt to begin funding venues for such concerts across the country. Their first one was built in the 1970's, on a former town dump in affluent Westport, Connecticut, near the Levitt's summer home. In 2003, they contributed money for overhauling Pasadena, California's historic Art-Deco bandshell. And next came lil' ol' us, here in Arlington, where our struggling downtown needed a signature redevelopment project.
Arlington's Levitt Pavilion opened in 2008, on the site of what had been a small office building for Texas Electric Service Company. It's across the street from city hall, and next-door to the campus of First Baptist Church. Municipal facilities and some long-time churches were almost all that were left downtown, since ours had become like many across suburban America: snubbed by corporate tenants who wanted massive office parks, and abandoned by shoppers who wanted air-conditioned malls.
Perhaps a nascent notion of where it could go came from one attraction our downtown used to have: the former Johnnie High's Country Music Revue. It was a rather unpolished effort for musicians somewhere between amateur and almost-professional, staged from an old, faded theater. It certainly never gave Nashville any run for its money, but it represented Arlington's first significant live-music venue.
October 12, 2024, at Arlington's Levitt Pavilion. The artist on stage was Braedon Barnhill. |
Around that time, the Levitts were establishing their live outdoor music foundation, and Arlington landed on their radar. I don't know how all the funding worked, but a brand-new, contemporary venue got built with considerable fanfare. I was hoping we'd get a nostalgic-looking bandshell like Pasadena's, but what we got is larger yet relatively anonymous in its aesthetics. On the plus side, it has a deep, elevated stage flanked by sleek, curved walls. But it's topped with a flat, angled roof that looks merely utilitarian. The stage is aimed directly into the setting Texas sun, meaning musicians are literally frying in rays for the first part of most evening performances.
But that also means audiences never look into a glare... except when all of the stage lights are swirling and flashing in full brightness.
In theory, the Levitt Foundation wants each of its venues to provide at least 50 summer concerts annually for their respective communities. However, here in Texas, summer evenings often see temperatures stay well above 90 well into the night. So Arlington's Levitt splits up its concert season into clusters of events around Memorial Day and Labor Day, on into early October.
And here we are.
I believe the very first concert at Arlington's Levitt, back in 2008, was actually a special fundraiser which I didn't attend. But the next night launched their series of "free" concerts, and I was there for that one.
When Arlington's Levitt opened, I was working for an Internet technology company located downtown. My boss, who was involved in several civic endeavors, got the contract for the pavilion's local website. I helped work on its content with their staff, and learned some of the Levitt background that helped me understand it wasn't just a re-boot of the nostalgic, ad-hoc community bandshell. This was a real pursuit of sustainable arts development.
For my first few concerts, I remember simply sitting on one of the concrete benches ringing the perimeter of the amphitheater's grassy lawn. But as you can imagine, concrete gets mighty uncomfortable during a two-hour music session. So I went out and bought a canvas camping chair just for my Levitt visits. 'Cause I don't actually do camping, y'all. Eventually, it started to fall apart, so I got some thick string from my late grandmother's sewing kit and did a rudimentary job of stitching that chair back together. And remarkably, it's held ever since.
After my dear father developed dementia, and his activity level began to decline, I'd have him sit in that canvas chair in our backyard, since it was better than the rickety folding chairs he and Mom had owned for decades. But I could tell he was still uncomfortable in it, so I hunted about and bought a high-back canvas chair for him. Since I now had two camping chairs, the both of us would often sit in our backyard, under our enormous magnolia tree, just enjoying each other's company, our view down the creek behind our house, and the lawn which Dad could no longer mow. He'd sit there and verbalize his contentment with the tableau, and then ask whose house this was. And I'd reply, "It's your house, Dad! Yours and Mom's. You own it and this is all yours." And he'd smile and nod his head... until he'd ask the same question five minutes later. And just as he'd repeat his question, I'd repeat my answer.
And I took Dad's high-back canvas chair to sit in. I can do it now without much emotion.
Years later, after he made a small fortune selling custom-made shirts, Mortimer and his second wife, Austrian-born Annemarie "Mimi" Gratzinger Levitt, decided to plow their money into the arts. At first, it was the usual stuff for wealthy New Yorkers, who had plenty of options in terms of local arts endeavors to support. But Mortimer never could shake that feeling of exclusion he'd felt, standing on the sidewalk outside Coney Island's music halls, never being able to pay their ticket prices to get inside.
Mortimer recalled that even standing outside, he still enjoyed listening to the music. And so when town leaders near their Connecticut place started talking about a new bandshell, the Levitts embraced the idea. And things took off from there: Outdoor. Music. That anybody can enjoy, whether they could afford to pay an entrance fee or not.
Today, the Levitt pavilions like to say they provide "free" music. But that's not really true, is it? Nothing is free, and especially not music by relatively professional musicians in modern, well-landscaped, and handicap-accessible venues boasting the latest high-tech amplification and lighting systems. So the Levitt's organization provides a lot of money, and individual pavilions raise the rest they need to pay their expenses, which always includes paying the musicians they host. The Levitts wanted their idea to not only benefit audiences, but also support musicians and their craft.
At the finale concert this past Saturday, a local Levitt staffer announced to the audience that each season here in Arlington costs well over $1 million to produce. That's some expensive "free" music.
A group of local businesses help sponsor each evening's artist, and volunteers work the crowd about half-way through with buckets adorned with battery-powered LED lights, into which attendees are encouraged - but not mandated - to toss some bucks. Some of the volunteers even carry a credit card scanner. There's also a huge donation QR code on a jumbotron audience members can scan with their smartphone. But for those who really can't afford to give anything, there's no money pressure.
I've heard quite a range of musical genres over my years of attending Levitt performances. Lots of country-western, of course, and its multitude of sub-categories, such as Texas country, old-school country, bluegrass, and Tejano country. I've heard R&B, Black Gospel, soul, and funk. I've heard plain-Jane pop music, and stuff that frankly, I wouldn't know how to categorize. Unfortunately, I've not once heard an orchestra, although some of the bands have been pretty big.
Nevertheless... maybe you're wondering why I led this essay with a photo of Manhattan's 82nd Street.
I'd been visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art before I took that picture, sometime in the late 1980's. And if I remember correctly, even inside that massive building, we could hear a siren wailing incessantly. Yes, there's often a siren someplace in Gotham, but its noise waxes and wanes as it moves through traffic. This particular siren, however, had been constant for what seemed like ages. And I discovered the noise appeared to represent a battle of wills between stubborn garbage collectors in a slow-moving truck, and a stubborn ambulance crew, who apparently thought more noise would make things better.
While I didn't know it then, I now know the Levitts actually lived on that block of 82nd Street, six doors down on the right-hand side, in an elegant townhouse that recently sold for over $11 million. They'd lived there for decades, and during the 1970's, Mimi had become involved in historic preservation as much of their Upper East Side neighborhood was being re-zoned for high-rises.
Which helps to explain one of the rationales for the Levitts' magnanimity when it comes to sponsoring "free" outdoor concert venues: community-building. Neither Mortimer nor Mimi were against neighborhood redevelopment - shucks, they used their music pavilions as a catalyst for neighborhood redevelopment! That was one of the reasons Arlington had been an early benefactor from their foundation, because there wasn't really much community happening anymore in our downtown core.
By my calculations, looking back at that photo I took of 82nd Street, I'd guesstimate spacially that the garbage truck and ambulance could have been right in front of the Levitt's townhouse. Which would have been so ironic, but in a bad way!
I had a sociology professor in college (in urban studies, no less) who bluntly explained that all noise - whether it's music we find enjoyable, or a garbage truck, or a siren - is basically sound pollution. That is, if the perfect neutrality of sound is silence.
So imagine the cacophony to which residents of that block were subjected that day! Talk about the complete opposite of the Levitts' aspirations of bringing communities together through live, outdoor "noise". Where's the working together for common goals, or even learning to get along despite differences, which encapsulate the Levitts' more noble goals?
I just hope there wasn't a patient already in that ambulance...
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