A West Point grad and former Army helicopter pilot meets a spry, beautiful dance instructor in Houston, Texas, and next thing you know there's not only a marriage made, but a band as well. We apologize that the only song on here is one that features only half the magnificence of this band (and not the really good half either). None-the-less, we're working hard to get a more complete product out soon. Our current line-up includes hand-percussion/full-kit fusion artist (Ben Baruch), Bass Guitar (Brian Jeffries), Trumpet (Lisa Edelman), and Sitar (Jonas Kaplan). The sound is unique and doing incredibly well. Otherwise, if you're on this site, it's merely because I've sent you here to get a look at us or listen to a few of the songs. Either way, I hope you enjoy, and peace...

The Sagers

Bio

I grew up in a small town in Texas called Keller. Keller was really just one of those piss-ant little places that nobody ever paid much attention to, but it’s what I called home. Closeness to both Dallas and Ft. Worth lent a certain feeling of potential escape to my otherwise small town existence. After graduating from high school, I ran like hell, but not in a very traditionally rebellious way. Instead of heading west and learning about life, I headed east and learned about discipline at West Point. My time there was fascinating to say the least, and though most of my experiences were completely asinine in retrospect, they sure were important to me at the time. The friendships, however, could never be explained through a million songs with a billion notes each. It was a mesmerizing, crazily wonderful experience.

After West Point, I headed off to Alabama for flight training as a real live United States Army Aviator. Flight school was fun, everyone bought Harleys, we partied a lot. I chose my aircraft, the OH-58D Kiowa Warrior, and was soon shipping off for assignment in the 1st of the 17th Cavalry Squadron, 82nd Airborne Division, YeeHa! And the fun continued…

I was a good officer, because I took care of my people, but I didn’t jive with the Army. It just seemed to me to be an organization where common sense rarely won the day, so I became frustrated. I ultimately got hurt which lead to me getting out a little ahead of schedule, although all told (counting W