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

Divine Design 

The title “Divine Design” means many things to me.

Initially, the title references a theory that the creations of the earth are designed by an intelligent, creative (and at times humorous) being. The album artwork alludes to this design, with a depiction of “The Divine Proportion” by the great Leonardo Da Vinci. Included in His creative genius come the many talents and gifts given to each of us, through which we access the holy in each of us, from the gifts of art to oration, physical prowess to science.

But “Divine Design” has its most powerful meaning when we accept that we are here by Divine Design; finding what that plan is, and how to use our gifts, for each of us can be a lifelong struggle or an instant recognition at the age of five. Whichever it may be for you, the plan is real, and begs you to take hold of it.

Each of the songs on this album is an expression of my own divine design. I believe my path is to worship our Heavenly Father through music, and each song offers a new opportunity to do so. I hope that at least one of these songs will get stuck in your head in a way you can’t explain, and that you will try to explore why. I believe that through this process, if only for a few moments, the divine plans given to both of us will intersect.

Divine Design