Star Tribune, Stayin Alive
The singers were having trouble finding their notes at the beginning of U2’s “In the Name of Love.” The conga drum introduction threw them off, they groused. Could the keyboard maybe play the first chord to give the pitch?
“No, we’re not going to do that,” director Michael Matthew Ferrell said. “We’re not going to stop and let everyone hum their notes. You need to have that in your head!”
“But we’re 82 years old,” said Catherine Antil (who is actually 88).
“I don’t care,” Ferrell said. “You’re going to have to find those pitches.”
Like schoolchildren chastened, the 22 singers of Alive & Kickin’ set aside their canes, stood up to the microphones and gave it another try. They garbled the melody and lyrics of the first verse but when it came time for the familiar anthemic chorus, the singers hit each note with sure-footed gusto:
“In the name of love!” they barked. “Once more in the name of love!”
Bono himself would have shed a tear.
“It wasn’t our best, but we had really good energy,” Ferrell said as the song ended.
Good energy is what this group is all about. Ferrell, inspired by “Young at Heart,” a 2007 documentary about oldsters who covered pop songs in concert, created Alive & Kickin’ two years ago. He collected 25 singers from age 63 and up (two missed a recent rehearsal because of vacation; Cal Sathre, at 94 the oldest, had a doctor’s appointment).
The group, which sings at nursing homes, senior and community centers, opens two weekends of public concerts Friday at Old Arizona in Minneapolis. Last year, they sold out one weekend. Ferrell rehearses them once a week but after 10 months, the lyrics and notes aren’t always automatic.
On a recent Monday, Ferrell had his senior choir shuffling and singing their way through U2, Queen, the Bee Gees and Foreigner in an Edina church basement.
“All right, we’re going to start with ‘Love Is Alive’ and then go right into the ‘Love Rap,’ he announced. ‘Beat boxers, I need you to get gangster on those microphones!'”
Norma Garfin, 75, limped on her walking cast but she was getting jiggy, spitting out the rhythm. Ferrell at one point stopped Pat Faunce, who was leading the rap, to get her microphone closer to her face.
“Now I can’t remember where I was,” Faunce said after the interruption. “I’m just trying to remember my words.”
Ferrell is a taskmaster. “He’s always yelling at us,” said Mary Ponthan of St. Louis Park with a smile.
“C’mon guys, tell me the story; let me hear the story!” he shouts as the choir bursts into that youthful, hopeful Partridge Family proclamation:
“Heeeeeyyyyyyyy, I think I love you; so what am I so afraid of? I’m afraid that I’m not sure of; a love there is no cure for.”
Making it sing
If virtuosity were the goal, Ferrell wouldn’t waste his breath. An award-winning choreographer and dancer who has worked with Chanhassen Dinner Theatres, Children’s Theatre Company and Theater Latté Da among others, he is motivated by a sense of mission and the astonishing spirit of his chorus.
“It is 100 percent raw and it’s honest and unpredictable,” Ferrell said. “They put aside their beliefs about what they should be doing at this time of their lives, and some of them shouldn’t even be here.”
Bill Sowden, 81, of Minnetonka nodded.
“I’m one of them,” he said.
In 2006, Sowden was told he had four weeks to live. After being treated for lymphoma, his heart had failed because of chemical poisoning. He was fitted with a heart pump, which he has worn for six years.
And there he was, fronting the group during rehearsal of Foreigner’s 1980s power ballad and giving full voice to the chorus:
“I wanna know what love is; I want you to show me.”
Sowden and his wife, Diane, could tell stories all afternoon about their amateur and professional theater experiences back to 1952. And as confident as Bill Sowden sounds in rehearsal, he notes that he’s being treated for his third bout of melanoma.
“Oh, this is a cinch,” Diane said. “He used to have bleeding ulcers, and he once took two pints of blood on Friday, sang on Saturday at a wedding and then took more blood the next day. He’s a showman first and last.”
Bill looked over at Diane and said softly, “That’s so sweet.”Finding life in a song
Four weeks after Ferrell got his group off the ground, he got an inquiry for a performance. That under-rehearsed show was “a disaster,” he said.
Nonetheless, someone who had seen the show called Ferrell and said, “You guys were brilliant.”
Soon Ferrell was receiving more requests for performances than he could handle. He asked Linda Reave Rein of Minnetonka, one of his singers, if she’d help out as managing director — not that he could pay her. Rein, who worked in community theater in her 20s and then moved on to raising a family for most of her life, was happy to pitch in.
At 63, Rein is the baby of the group. She is also, perhaps, the most fragile. Last Christmas, she was in the hospital with a recurrence of ovarian cancer, which had spread to her intestines. Doctors put her on feeding tubes and suggested hospice.
“That was the closest situation where I thought I was going to lose one of my singers,” said Ferrell. “The doctors said they didn’t know what else they could try, and they weren’t sure she was going to be released.”
There is no illusion or miracle here. Rein, who is taking chemotherapy, knows how precarious her situation is. The knowledge freights her solo on Queen’s “Someone to Love.”
“Each morning I get up, I die a little; can barely stand on my feet; take a look in the mirror and cry; Lord what you’re doing to me. I have spent all my years in believing you; But I just can’t get no relief, Lord!”
Ferrell, visibly moved as he’s chatting with a reporter outside the church after rehearsal, says this venture has been like nothing he has ever done.
“I’m a pretty tough guy,” he says, “but there is something hearing Linda sing those words. I well up. It just happens to me. It’s that real and honest.”
Rein, who still speaks with the joy of a teenager, finds Alive & Kickin’ a crucial part of her existence.
“We absorb his energy,” she said of Ferrell. “It makes you feel young and healthy to do this.”
Do what you want to do
And what about Catherine Antil of Edina, that singer who had suggested it would be OK to get the pitch on the U2 song? After rehearsal, she showed a reporter photos of last year’s public performance. She was wearing a special necklace.
“It’s made with all the glass eyes I’ve had,” she said. “I lost my eye when I was 8 years old and I had a friend who worked for a taxidermist and she said, ‘I can make a necklace from those.'”
There are 11 glass eyes in the necklace, reflecting the 80 years Antil has lived since the childhood accident.
“My oldest and my youngest daughters said ‘Mother, you can’t do that, it’s too spooky.’ But my middle daughter said ‘Go for it, Mom.'”
There is a freedom of expression that inspires a person who has nothing left to prove in life. It doesn’t matter whether the singers of Alive & Kickin’ are kicking well. It only matters that they are still kicking.
Spirit Magazine, Southwest Airline
How one gleeful man “choraled” a bunch of seniors and put a song back in their hearts.
By Alison Miller
Photography by Peter Yang
“Can any bod-eeee find meeee…?” Michael Matthew Ferrell punches a fist in the air, his booming voice filling Edina Morningside Community Church as he nails the high note Freddie Mercury famously unleashed in the 1976 Queen hit “Somebody to Love.”
Seated section by vocal section in the pews in front of him are the members of Alive & Kickin, a spirited choir of over-60 singers who perform rock and pop songs at local nursing homes, community centers, and theaters. It’s a Monday in late March, and today marks rehearsal No. 32 of 40 in the group’s tireless preparation for “Love is Alive … & Kickin,” a new show they will perform seven times in June at Minneapolis’ Old Arizona Theater.
An hour from now, they will sing this gospel-rock roof-raiser in its entirety (it’s one of 20 songs on their set list for “Love is Alive”). But for now, Ferrell’s soaring vocal serves only as a segue into the warm-up led by 25-year-old musical director and pianist Jason Hansen. “Sit tall!” yells Hansen, whose slight frame bobs up and down as he leads the group in a series of gullet-warming ooo-ahhs, me-oh-mes, and bee-dee-bees. Ferrell, Alive & Kickin’s 52-year-old founder and creative director, rests on a rickety black stool next to the piano, thumbing through the binder of sheet music on the stand in front of him. The first song on today’s rehearsal schedule is The Partridge Family’s “I Think I Love You.” After the requisite handing out of paperwork—set lists, dates and times for dress rehearsals and performances—Alive & Kickin’s nine male vocalists kick off the kitschy ’70s superhit with a baritone rumble:
“I’m sleeping / And right in the middle of a good dream / Like all at once I wake up / From something that keeps knocking at my brain…”
Across the aisle, the women softly enter:
“Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head /And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread / I think I love you!”
The church fills with sound as the choir members, clad in trademark red and black attire, swing their arms to the buoyant tune. Ferrell leaps in the air and lands with an exaggerated thud, his hands spread wide. “Great diction, gentlemen,” he says, scurrying to the row of pews that nestles his bass section. “We need that youthful, adolescent energy here.”
As he makes his way back to the center aisle, Ferrell eyes Pat Faunce, an alto with gentle blue eyes and a silver, buzzed haircut, whose own binder of sheet music she holds in front of her. “Of course,” Ferrell gently teases, “it would be a lot better if you learned the words.”
Even when seated, Ferrell’s hyperkinetic energy is undeniable. The day before rehearsal, I joined him and Linda Rein, an Alive & Kickin member and also the group’s managing director, for breakfast at a hip eatery near the apartment Ferrell shares with his partner Jeffery Nelson in the leafy Minneapolis neighborhood of Loring Park. Wearing a slim-fitting plaid cowboy shirt and Levi’s rolled into a wide band at the top of each of his utilitarian brown boots, Ferrell appears as if his muscled legs might at any time propel his slim, 5’10” frame out of the seat and into the air. You also get the sense that he might burst into song at any moment. In fact, he often does.
“Our current show is all about love,” he says excitedly. “Every song has the word love in it. We’re doing Tina Turner, Nazareth, Bon Jovi. Lots of power ballads, like that Foreigner song. You know—” And then he leans forward and sings, at a hushed yet utterly emphatic volume, “I wanna know what love is / I want you to show me…”
At once it becomes apparent how this ebullient character could bring together a group of aging performers—some with a musical background, others without—and transform them into an ensemble that confounds stereotypes, stirs audiences, and provides incentive for its members to, well, stay alive.
It was about two years ago that Ferrell, whose professional career as a choreographer and theater director spans three decades, had the idea of organizing the group.
One subtle inspiration for Ferrell was his own childhood. “I’m the son of a cop and a Rockette,” he says. “It was anything but cookie-cutter.” Growing up, Ferrell and his sister Mary spent many weekends at their grandparents’ house in Orange County, California. “I got this sense of nurturing there that was different than being with my parents. “Now, Catherine Antil”—the outspoken, 87-year-old wisecracker of Alive & Kickin—“is my Grandma Ferrell.”
In March 2010, Ferrell was providing private instruction to a young dancer named Hailey Sowden. During breaks, she often spoke fondly of her grandparents—Diane Sowden, an actress and opera singer, and Bill Sowden, a choral conductor. That spring, Ferrell, whose weeks are typically filled with production meetings and daylong rehearsals, was at the start of an unprecedented four weeks of downtime. With Young@Heart in mind, he approached the Sowdens.
“You’re connected in the senior community,” he remembers saying to them. “Do you think this is something people would do?” The Sowdens are members of Edina Morningside Community Church, located in a residential neighborhood about eight miles southwest of downtown Minneapolis. Excited by Ferrell’s pitch, they phoned friends and fellow congregants. In the meantime, Ferrell posted flyers in senior centers and spread the word in the theater community. “Thirteen people showed up to the first audition,” Ferrell recalls with a laugh. “And I took them all.”
These days, Alive & Kickin is comprised of 25 performing members; Ferrell; his partner Jeffery Nelson, who helps coordinate production details and occasionally keeps the beat on a wood block or tambourine; and musical director Jason Hansen, who plays piano during rehearsals and spends hours arranging the music to fit the group’s unique vocal parameters. Members range in age from 62 to 94, and their life stories read like a row of history books: Milo Schield, Ph. D., worked as a physicist on the Apollo program; Cal Sathre served with the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers in World War II; Joan Thatcher, a breast cancer survivor, was crowned Mrs. Minnesota in 1981 after creating a one-woman show on the disease. Even Ferrell’s mother Dyan, the retired Rockette whose bright eyes and cropped black hair conjure up a gracefully aged Elizabeth Taylor, is part of the group.
In two years, Alive & Kickin has performed 32 times and produced two full-length theater shows. They were an instant hit. Five weeks their inception, Ferrell received a phone call from a woman who asked if they could perform at a church luncheon in nearby Minnetonka. That’s when Ferrell—who knows every lighting designer, makeup artist, and sound engineer in town—frantically pinged his network. Without hesitation, one theater professional after another came to his rescue, offering their services free of charge, to help pull off those first few shows.
“We had six weeks to prepare for our first show, and I just started hammering them with material,” Ferrell says of the under-rehearsed members. “A lot of choirs use sheet music when they perform, but I felt strongly that that was not who we were. There’s a different dynamic when you’re singing with your head in a book. I wanted us to really connect with the audience. So I made them memorize it.” The first assignment? Queen’s “We Will Rock You.”
The show was a disaster, Ferrell concedes. “No one remembered the words. But it didn’t matter. The people watching were on their feet. At that moment, I knew it was right. I knew we needed more rehearsals—but I knew we had something special.”
As weeks passed and the word spread, additional people asked to audition, including Linda Rein. A year and a half later, Ferrell and Rein, 63, are virtually inseparable. “We talk two, three, eight times a day,” Ferrell admits joyfully, laying a hand on her arm as she sits next to him at the breakfast table.
With shoulder-length flaxen hair and the physique of someone 30 years her junior, Rein embodies the words “age defiance”—except, of course, that the perfectly manicured blond hair is a wig, and her long, lush lashes faux. Over the past 15 years, Rein has endured session upon grueling session of chemotherapy in her battle against breast and ovarian cancer.
Last December, after a PET scan revealed that tumors were blocking her intestines, doctors insisted that Rein’s prospects were grim. If she wanted to live, they said, she’d need a permanent feeding tube surgically placed in her stomach. Or, she could seek hospice care.
“I kept telling everyone at the hospital, ‘I’ve got to get to rehearsal. I don’t have time for this,’” Rein recalls. “My goal was to get back to Alive & Kickin.”
And she did. But there’s more to the story. When Rein joined the choir she was providing near-constant care for her daughter Paige, who was in the final months of a fight she eventually lost to ovarian cancer. “She would have been 42 this year,” Rein says. Her voice breaks, and as the tears well up in her eyes, Ferrell reaches across the table to grasp her hand.
“I was feeling pretty down on myself and I was looking for something to get me energized,” she continues. “Michael is the most amazing person I think I’ve ever met. We might feel horrible and sick and weak, and we have chemo, and radiation, and all these things, but when we come together to sing, it all goes away for a few hours. And when we perform for other people, they feel the same way. They come up to us and say, ‘I don’t care what the rest of my day is like, I feel good.’”
During her 10-day hospital stay in December, Ferrell found it impossible to manage Alive & Kickin without Rein, who handles the group’s business side. At a loss, he called Rein’s husband, Stan. “I know Linda’s really sick,” Ferrell said to him in a panic, “but I really need her.”
“The worst thing you can do,” Stan responded, “is to give up on her or take away her responsibilities. What I’ve learned about Linda is that you proceed as usual.”
Toting a small bag of liquid nutrients, Rein showed up to the next rehearsal, and has attended every one since.
She swipes a small piece of Belgian waffle through the puddle of syrup on her plate and puts it into her mouth. “My doctor looks at me now and says, ‘I cannot believe this.’” Ferrell reaches toward her plate and stabs a piece for himself. “For me to be able to do this,” he says, “to steal food off her plate, is a miracle.”
With most members in their 70s, illnesses and physical limitations are simply part of the equation for Alive & Kickin, but it’s no coincidence that even those with chronic diseases are thriving, according to Dr. Marc Agronin, director of mental health and clinical research at the Miami Jewish Health Systems and the author of How We Age: A Doctor’s Journey into the Heart of Growing Old.
“The reason this group is so wonderful is that they show us not only what’s possible as we get older, but what’s probable,” he says. “Too often we think of aging as being a process of decline and decrepitude. We consider it impossible for older people to sing rock music or be involved in such a production; yet, what research shows us—and what we often see in real life—is quite the opposite. Not only do seniors continue to be involved in many different activities, but, I argue, their capability of being creative, broad-minded, and able to think outside the box actually increases—not in spite of getting old but because of it.”
Alive & Kickin, Agronin says, speaks to the value of human connection. “Memory changes and abandonment are the two things people fear most as they get older,” he notes. “An experience like this shows that people can form new friendships and bonds—and even love in ways that maybe they only thought were possible when they were younger. And that’s rejuvenating.”
For everyone involved, Alive & Kickin is a tremendous commitment. By the time the seven-show run of “Love is Alive” debuts this month, its members will have had 40 four-hour rehearsals, three full-day tech rehearsals, and countless hours of at-home practice. They will have memorized the words to 20 songs, many of which they had never heard before.
This keeps their brains nimble. “Positive human contact is the best brain food you can have,” says Agronin. “And what this group accomplishes is a wonderful brain workout. Because not only are they working on memory skills, but they’re doing it within a very energetic context. Not everyone has to sing in a rock group, but everyone has to find a way to rock their own life.”
Ferrell knows something about rockin’ performances. Much heralded in the Twin Cities—which is second to only New York City in its number of live theater performances per capita—he has choreographed some 100 shows, directed another 20, and, in 2007, was awarded the theater community’s prestigious Ivey Award.
So it’s no surprise that Alive & Kickin shows are exactly that: alive and kickin’. Ferrell spends months developing the set list and precisely matching members with solos based on their personality and life experience. Each two-hour theater performance is backed by a five-piece band.
Every song in last year’s show, “Coming of Age,” began with a spoken-word introduction by a different Alive & Kickin member, their soliloquies delivered as they stood in a pool of light. “I asked them to think about something that changed their lives, or a historical event that really made an impact on them,” explains Ferrell.
June Griffin, 83, opened the show with this story about her first train ride: “I grew up in Cleveland, Ohio, in the 1930s. As a little child in a black community, I was unaware of racial segregation. I recall at the age of seven going to visit relatives in Greenville, South Carolina, on a railroad train. The railroad had a policy that all colored people were to ride in one car. I remember the car being overcrowded and people sitting in the aisles on their luggage because all the seats were taken. Many years later, when I went to Duluth, Minnesota, to visit my uncle, I was able to sit wherever I wanted on the railroad train.” And then she sang the Beatles’ “Let It Be.”
Personal anecdotes factor into “Love is Alive,” as well. They are part of Ferrell’s effort to disprove stereotypes about the elderly—especially among younger members of the audience. “A lot of people think seniors are crotchety, old-fashioned, and unaccepting,” he explains. “I want to challenge that. I want the audience to hear Pat Faunce talk about standing up for women’s rights and gay rights in the 1960s and have some young person think, Maybe I’ve been afforded some freedoms in my life because of people like her.”
Over breakfast, Ferrell hinted at his wildly uninhibited directorial style. “My heart fills and I just start dancing,” he says. It’s true. At rehearsal, Ferrell repeatedly leaps into the air, and his high spirits envelop the room. The wooden stool that serves as his post rarely gets used. When he is on it, he rocks back and forth so forcefully that it bends and creaks under his weight. When he needs to consult the sheet music on his stand, he snatches horn-rimmed glasses from the top of the piano and haphazardly tosses them on his face, flipping through the pages with one hand while conducting the Alive & Kickers with the other.
Ferrell’s robust energy is matched by his profound kindness. When Cal Sathre, 94, whose once stout college football–player build has been chiseled away by time, slowly makes his way to the piano to croon Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” he prefaces his performance by saying, in a broken voice, “I can try.”
“That’s all we can do,” echoes Ferrell, with an arm around Sathre’s back.
The reassurance flows between the members, too. Later, as Rich Wolf and Dorris Ann Moore practice their duet of Elvis’ “Love Me Tender,” a nerve-wracked Moore anxiously whispers, “I’m shaking.”
“Why?!” Ferrell asks, playfully.
“Because I’m singing!” Moore says with a reticent smile.
The ever-amicable Wolf—who, at age 70, drives a motorcycle, plays hockey, and does bench presses—chimes in. “You’d be allowed to be nervous if you were singing with Elvis, but you’re singing with me.”
“I don’t have a lot of confidence,” Moore will privately say later. She’s come through a very rough patch, having lost her parents and her beloved dog Caesar within the past four years. “But I feel proud of myself for doing this.”
Over and over, Alive & Kickin members dote on their director’s talent—and express their gratitude for him bringing them together.
During a mid-rehearsal break, Pat Faunce, 75, a founding member of the feminist studies department at the University of Minnesota whose self-penned “Love Rap,” will precede “I Think I Love You” in the new show, confides, “This is a group that really pulls together to support each other. There’s a lot of energy here. Michael, in bringing us together, has created a lot of that. It’s been a real shot in the arm for myself and others.”
Bill Sowden, 81, agrees. “Michael is the lifeblood,” he says. In 2006, Sowden had a ventricular assist device, or VAD, implanted in his body. Powered by the battery pack strapped to his belt, it pumps blood from the left ventricle to the aorta, essentially keeping him alive. Then, last September, he was diagnosed with melanoma, the deadliest of all skin cancers. Still, Sowden speaks with the stoicism of a spiritual guru. “I do not fear it,” he says slowly, referring to the cancer. “I say, ‘I respect what you are. I validate what you are. But you are unwelcome here.’”
Ferrell credits the members themselves for the powerful bond and positive outlook. “What happens in that room with those people is something I’ve never experienced in my career,” he says. “When I saw an audience of 1,200 get on their feet in the middle of a show, it made me realize that people want to see this, that they are affected by it. Watching these people go through what they’ve been through and come out on the other side has made me humble. It’s made me grateful. It’s enriched my life in so many ways.”
When the entire cast of Alive & Kickin join their voices in well-rehearsed harmony, as they do in “Seasons of Love” from the Broadway musical Rent, the joy, the camaraderie, the love, is palpable. The lyric asks a perplexing question: How do you measure a year—and the meaning—of a life? In the show, which is set in New York City’s Lower East Side during the height of the 1980s AIDS crisis, the song is sung by characters at odds with their mortality. Yet it is a song of hope. And as Alive & Kickin launches into it, their emotion is unbridled:
“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? …”
Alison Miller is the senior editor of Spirit. Her favorite Queen song is “You’re My Best Friend.”