You are using an outdated browser. Please upgrade your browser to improve your ReverbNation experience.
I grew up living next to my wonderful and amazing grandmother. She began giving me piano lessons at age 7. I picked up the piano quickly. She said, "I took to music like a duck to water." I was her prized piano student. She had me performing in all kinds of places. She had me accompanying people singing solos. At age 15, I was accompanying the hymns for the church congregation on Sunday mornings.
My grandmother was always doing skits for church activities, and she always had me acting, and singing lines for her, as well. When I was 16, I wanted to get serious about my singing, so I started taking voice lessons. My vocal coach, Kathryn, loved my singing, and she told me to forget the piano, and to stick to singing. Of course, my grandmother preferred my piano, so to make both of them happy, I combined the two of them, and accompanied myself while singing, and later learned the guitar, as well.
I have been writing songs since I was about 12. I grew up in a very competitive family, and in order to avoid criticism, and to avoid being teased, I kept it a secret for a long time. I used to rip my songs up after I had written them. It wasn't until I was in my twenties, that I finally decided to share my own music with my husband, and I wrote a song just for my husband. "Near You" was the first song I wrote for my husband, and it was the first song I ever shared with anyone. Ever since then, I have, for the most part, been saving them, and sharing them. There are a few I have written down, and I'm not sure where I put them. Some of my songs are about my own personal experiences, some of them are about other people's personal experiences. For example one of my friends, or family members might tell me something they are struggling with, and then I put the story to music. "I'm Here, Now What Do I Do?" is a song I created from a phrase that my dad would always say. He'd say, "it doesn't matter how you got here, whether it was just dumb luck, or by you're own stupidity, the fact of the matter is, you have to fix it, you have to do what you have to do. You're here, now what do you do. The last verse is about my oldest brother losing his hearing to spinal meningitis.
"The Smile On Your Face" is about my dear, sweet grandmother, who practically raised me. She was definitely my second mother. She gave me praise when I desperately needed it. My dad commuted to California, and we lived in Utah. I only saw my dad on Saturdays and Sundays during the days, he would leave Sunday night. My mom worked full time, and then went to night school. I had 4 older siblings, who were my babysitters. They were cruel to me because we were all being neglected. So, to actually have someone, my grandmother, actually be proud of me, and to have someone give me encouragement, meant the world to me. My grandmother was kind to everyone, and touched everyone she came in contact with. She passed away from pancreatic cancer. She was extremely ill the night before my birthday while my aunt sat with her, all of the sudden, she sat up and said, "Today is the 1st, tomorrow's the 2nd. It's Angela's birthday, and I haven't gotten a present yet." My grandmother literally had 50 grandchildren. For her to be worried about not having a birthday present for me on her death bed makes me sad, but also makes me feel special. She went into a coma right after that. She flat lined on my birthday, and I saw her in a coma in the hospital on my birthday. She passed away 6 days later. I feel my grandmother's sweetness, angelic kindness, praise and love when I play music. I have always loved to play music, and I hope that my music will touch others, that they will feel "moved", that they will feel uplifted, the courage to make better choices in life, that they will feel loved, that they can learn from others mistakes, instead of their own. I hope they feel touched. I hope they feel something, as I do.