You Won’t See Me—a new video! It’s a BEATLES cover!

Last week Jared and I had the most fun we’ve ever had making a music video. I mean, we didn’t even argue about one little bit of the process, not even once! It was amazing.

We premiered the video yesterday on Pyragraph, where I included some hard-won tips on how to make a video efficiently (without arguing). And the thing has already received over 1500 views on facebook!

Eeep, it’s so exciting. I hope you like it. You can watch it on YouTube over here:


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(((((((here is a big fat hug from Jared and me)))))))

We’re playing in Madrid on Friday

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Don your fanciest of garb and join us at the Mine Shaft in Madrid (no, not that Madrid!) this Friday, August 28, 5-7p!

New video! Fallen in the Sun

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Jared wrote this really beautiful and horrifying song about the end of the world and death and love and the apocalypse and the sun exploding and stuff. And then we made a video for it with baby chickens!

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(((here is a link to where you can buy this song on bandcamp)))

(((((((here is a big fat hug from Jared and me)))))))



Sage Harrington

Whoa, there, summer. Lemme catch my breath! First, the Happy Gland Band is playing at Zinc Wine Bar & Bistro tonight. And Greg Williams (of Wildewood, holy shit!) is playing with us. YAY! This will be the first time, ever, that the HGB plays as something other than a duo. We’ll be there 8-11 tonight.

Sage Harrington - Shannon Curtis

Next, Pyragraph welcomes the lovely Shannon Curtis this Friday in a “house” concert we’re hosting (it’s not at a house, it’s at The Kosmos, 7pm—also just note HGB is not playing this, Shannon is, totally a good thing). Friends, I’m telling you, Shannon is amazing! One of her videos went viral this spring (it’s called “I Know, I Know”), she’s written a fabulously helpful book on how to successfully do house concert touring, and she’s just the nicest lady I’ve met on the internet. I can’t wait to meet her in person. If you want to come to the show—and I really, really think you should!—please reply/RSVP/please:

Lastly, we’re currently hosting almost thirty very cute and very smelly baby chickens in our home. You should hear the ruckus they make when the cat sits on their wire mesh top-of-the-cage bit and stares them down (it’s loud). You should see how many tiny chicken crumbles they can eat with their tiny beaks. And you should see the way they snuggle. Also, you should see how gnarly their little home gets so soon after cleaning—anyone want to come over?

We packed up our old house, and have unpacked it into this new house.

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Daphne, liondog.

Apparently we have a lot of stuff. So says my sister, who helped us schelp it out of the house and into the vehickles then out of the vehickles and into the new house. I wouldn’t know. It seems like it’s an appropriate amount of stuff to have? But I do kind of have to stumble over the second thrift store juicer to get to the kitchen sink, maybe that’s a problem?

Jared left for Africa again this week, and before that we were still unpacking boxes and boxes of stuff from the move, so we were too preoccupied with where to put the bath towels and the underarm deodorant to have made a Happy Gland video last month. I know, we were disappointed too. Also, where is my salt rock again?

In other news, there have been not-so-secret rumblings of Sage launching her own Patreon page sometime soon. *GASP* I know, we’re excited, too.

This holiday weekend, the Harringtons shall journey northward in the direction of Mt. Rushmore to gaze upon the visages of the four dead white men. In a caravan we shall roam the I25, with nothing except hummus, baby carrots, homemade granola bars, a ukulele, suitcases packed to busting, and each other. So, really, we’ll have everything we could ask for and more.

And finally, the dogs were bathed last evening. One was shorn. Daphne is now lion-shaped. With little curly tail and paw tendrils.

With love and tiny dog cuddles,
Sage (and Jared)

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This guy.

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In our yard, this exotic jungle tree grows.

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General Fro, destroyer of worlds. And potted plants.

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Dudes, we are getting ready for one big weekend.

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*deep breath*

Tomorrow before the Happy Gland Band heads over to the Albuquerque Folk Festival, we’ll do a music and storytime session with the lovely Laurie Magovern at the Lomas and Tramway Library. Then, back to the Balloon Fiesta Park for what will be a full day of fabulous folk music—we play at 4:30, inside the museum—culminating in what I’m most excited about seeing: a performance from The Handsome Family.

Then on Sunday we’ll hang out on Marble Brewery’s shady patio all afternoon and into the evening for Duopalooza! A full day of duos, ranging from duos who sing songs with emotions in them, to goofy duos, to raucous kickass duos, to duos that make a lot of fuckin’ noise.

And on Monday Sage and Jared’s Happy Gland Band is moving down the road! We’ve put most of our crap into boxes, I think, and made some pretty extensive lists of things to do which definitely won’t get done within the next few days. Ah, such is the way of life for musicians in the summer.

Not even panicking a little bit-ily yours,

DUOPALOOZA! Sage Harrington - Sage and Jared's Happy Gland Band

Video of Sage’s set opening for Nellie McKay, plus somuchnews.

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Last week was the culmination of something that, as you may have noticed on social media, I had been freaking out about for weeks. I was a total disaster! I opened for Nellie McKay at the Outpost (and—spoiler alert—it was amazing, so much fun). But I was really nervous leading up to it. I begged Neal Copperman (of AMP Concerts) to let me do it. And he did! I couldn’t believe it. I just let myself get so amped up (an appropriate reaction, based on the name of the promoter, yes?) in anticipation of the show.

I really love playing at the Outpost. People were so responsive and kind and warm and lovely and laughed at my awkward jokes and it was a really great, energizing experience. Ahhhh, when can we do the next one, Neal? ;)

Jared, lovely man that he is, set up the tripod and our nice camera and recorded my set. And it’s up on YouTube now!

Sage Harrington - Nellie McKay

Another thing that added to my recent amped-up nervous stressfest is that Jared Putnam and I will be moving across town soon! We’re so not ready yet. We need more boxes and more newspaper and probably more mojitos to make all the stuff go into all of the correct receptacles.

Here’s a cool thing: the place we’re moving to has a yard that the chickens (ooh and the people, too!) will be able to hang out in, which will just be such an improvement. A great feature. Right now they spend their days in the neighbor’s abandoned lot, and while we’re grateful for that and all, we’ve never felt compelled to make some sort of rum and limeade drink and hang out in the neighbor’s abandonded lot to watch the chickens peck at things. #it’sahardknocklifeforus <—privilege

So, come June 8 we’ll be sweaty and hauling stuff up 8th street and just wishing we were still putting stuff into all the boxes, drinking the mojitos. (By the way, here is a nice mojito recipe, in podcast form.)

And after that we’ll be able to make something of the new songs we’ve been promising to you. Shhh: we’ve started recording new things! And the first mix sounds so exciting!

Ah… and now that I’m emotionally ready to talk about it, Jared Israel Putnam​ and I attempted to shoot a music video today but our attempts were futile at best. We encountered problems: the sun shining, the wind blowing, the dust storms. Rain. Hissy fits (mine). Oh, and cops. We were afraid of the cops potentially talking to us. Going out into the world to shoot a music video? Not always a pursuit with the most predictable outcomes. So we’ll wait until after the sweaty moving day to try once more.

But today wasn’t totally lost. Jared Putnam gave me a haircut with the dog clippers again, which was exciting at first, terrifying in the middle, then proved to be one of the best things that happened today. I tried to take a good selfie but abandoned that pursuit as well so just suffice it to say that I’m basically Pink now and will soon have no choice but to perform at the Grammys, simultaneously singing and doing aerials. #nextvideo

Ahhhh, I just can’t wait to share the new music with you. But we gotta pack these boxes first.

With love and fruity rum drinks,
Sage xoxo

New video. Oh and I’m opening for Nellie McKay, nbd.

It’s true. I’ll be opening up an actual show for the actual Nellie McKay. IT WILL ACTUALLY HAPPEN!

Tues, May 19, at the Outpost Performance Space. It’s an AMP Concert thing, they have all the info over here.

Now please excuse me while I shiver in excitement for the next two weeks.

Want to host a house concert? We want to do house concerts!

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Jared and I are excited to try something new. We want to do house concerts! What does this mean? We want to come to your house (if invited, of course—we won’t, like, come to your place without chatting with you about it first) and play music for a group of your friends.

Want to host a house concert? Email me! (Subject line: I want to host a house concert!)

We’ve heard this is way more fun and fulfilling than club shows, and I’d wager my first-born chihuahua that’s true.

What would you need to host a Sage and Jared’s Happy Gland Band house concert?

  1. A “house”: The concert could actually be held in a living room, backyard, garage, photo/dance/art studio, any place that people could gather and sit to enjoy a concert.
  2. A minimum of 20 adult friends to come: This show will be an exclusive private event for you and your community of friends, neighbors, and family.

What’s not required? A bunch of money. We’ll do our concerts on a donation basis. It doesn’t have to cost you anything to host a concert!

If you’re interested in hosting a house concert please email me (subject line: I want to host a house concert!)—we’re so excited about this and can’t wait to get started.

Lots of love,

Doing the Work You Want to Do: The Struggles of a Young Freelance/Self-Employed Person

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With all the money I’m making, I could adopt old chihuahua after old chihuahua.

A couple weeks ago I realized something, and it has since made me a very Grumpy Sally indeed. This is what’s happening: my work life involves running around town to spend a couple hours doing some form of work to receive wages per job that could get me less than one oil change or approximately one old chihuahua from the local shelter.

I have decided that I am not into this, anymore.

If you’ll remember, I liked this arrangement very, very much when I gave a big EFF YOU to the man and went self-employed/freelance over two years ago. But now the excitement of NOT BEING A WAITRESS has worn off and been replaced with an excitement not only to pour much, much more energy into music projects I’m getting more and more excited about, but also to NOT BE DRIVING AROUND TOWN ALL THE DAMNED TIME TO COLLECT MY MEASLY PITTANCE.

Nothing is worse than having to cut your work on your latest video short because you agreed to walk some rich lady’s dogs halfway across town and collect money that could buy you but two to three lattes, which you won’t, because you can’t afford them.

I’m also struggling more and more with this idea that the same shit just breeds more of the same shit. I recently mentioned offhand to someone that I babysit, and, lo! Now I have another babysitting lead. Does anyone want this job? I will totally put you in touch with that person, because I am so not interested in ever getting a new babysitting client.

Note to self: when you talk to people out in the world, even—no, especially—in casual conversations, you are a musician. You are not a babysitter. You make music, you work with Pyragraph (yay!), you teach music, you make videos and put them on the internet. But you do not babysit, at least as far as the outside world is concerned.

I look at other people, and compare my life to what their lives might look like. There’s Laci Green, feminist sex/gender education video blogger. She seems so busy and so, so, so ass-kickingly hardworking. What does she do all day? I have no idea, but I don’t think there’s any room in it at all for babysitting. I think she’s probably constantly researching/preparing/making her next video, booking her next college tour, speaking at colleges, plastering great stuff all over social media, and generally being a badass activist.

And there’s Tonya Kay, actress, burlesque performer, danger artist. She’s just fucking fearless. No side jobs for her. I feel like, to be a true Tonya Kay-like person I’d need to move from Albuquerque to a much bigger city. Just read her bio. Look at how much shit she’s done! And dude, I’m pretty sure she’s a few years younger than me. Let the spiral of self-loathing begin!

And there’s also Moira Smiley, who I took a vocal workshop from a couple years ago. She actually suggested that I move to a bigger place when I asked. Here’s the thing: she never once in her life worked any sort of job that wasn’t related to music. From the time she was eighteen, she was singing songs and booking shows. That’s just so very, very cool to me. She’s been completely immersed for her entire adult life not only in the music, but also the business stuff that goes along with that.

That’s so fascinating to me. A big part of me wants that to be my story, too, but I went ahead to college and stuff after listening to my parents, etc. as described in this rather unsympathetic Frank Zappa quote: “If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”

There’s just anxiety. Sure, I have anxiety about money, but there’s also anxiety about time. I just hate hate hate spending time away from the things I want to do, in favor of shit I feel pretty much lukewarm about, and that’s what it really comes down to. My life—even just a couple hours of it—is just worth SO MUCH MORE than the money I recently spent on an oil change.

Originally published at Pyragraph.