The first nickname of my life still haunts me, though several decades—and many songs—later, I’m realizing it might be rather accurate. To call a four-year-old a wimmerpot is pretty unprecedented. In fact, my grandmother made up the word. Roughly translated from German, her moniker for me was something along the lines of “stewing teapot,” a reference to the constant humming I did while playing with my Legos or train sets. At four years old, music was already brewing inside my head, escaping in bouts of sonorous steam while I fiddled with my toys. Some people are impressed that my young musical genius warranted such a special invention—but I think Grandma Omi mostly just wanted peace and quiet. What she didn’t know was that the tuneful murmurs she heard were just a prelude to a lifetime of musical creation. Though technically my musical brain got branded a “teapot,” it’s probably more like a bubbling-over cauldron of sound that constantly teases me with new hooks and melodies. Music is part of my lens to the world. Experiences are flavored by the sounds I hear at all hours of the day and I’m never able to truly disconnect from the rhythms and choruses that pop into my head. Music invades my life and I follow it in the hopes that my message of hope may enter others’. Several years ago I realized that the story doesn’t end here. In fact, the naïve little wimmerpot who heard exotic tunes racing through his head soon grew up into a talented musician with no clear path. It was then that I realized that even as melodies appear in flashes in my head, a spiritual voice also opens from within my heart. It is my Christian faith that infuses my music with meaning. My vocation is to be a musician; my calling is to spread the Word. I’ve been composing since I first earned my wimmerpot status and in the years since I have done what I can to give other people a sense of what I hear: I have mastered a collection of instruments and recording equipment, have commandeered large and small singing groups, and have toured and performed across the Americas. But mostly I listen. To the sounds around me—and the message in my heart. And I try to record my creations so that others may listen to their hearts, as well. I suppose being a wimmerpot isn’t the worst thing for an artist to call himself. I percolate music. And I think you’ll like the brew. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, sometimes called the "LDS Church" or the "Mormon Church".

Albums by Andreas Sahar

Crossing Over

Crossing Over

”Crossing Over” really encapsulates who I strive to be as an artist and a Christian:

The railroad motif represents my desire to help others pass over the challenges that separate them from a life closer to our Heavenly Father as well as my drive to follow my calling and to encourage others toward their goals, as well. With this album, I have embraced a mission to spread—through songwriting and performance—the inspiration I receive. Not only that, the album title alludes to the potential of the songs to appeal to general audiences and Christian listeners alike, bridging an unnecessary divide.

“OMG” is my response to the overuse of the title expression, and is my way of encouraging us to take care with our every word, action and thought. On this track, I tried several different adjectives before settling on the first one that popped in my head: “it’s bountiful,” which perfectly expresses how very vast His love for us is. The first electronic riff for “What About Us” first came to me while in the hospital of my cousin, when the machines pumping her with fluids and painkillers both began beeping an alarm… it was a moment when I realized how little we value the importance of our health… and a reminder to pray for better living situations for all of those around us. All of the songs have their own stories, but I will leave their specific interpretations up to you. I hope you enjoy them and hope you'll feel free to send me your comments.