To my friends,
Thank you so much for continuous support of my development as an artist. I waited until the end of this year to share with all of you a very important part of my story, as well as this decision.
The first time I ever wrote my name was on a 2 octave keyboard my parents gave me. I wrote everything backwards. YEBBA sloppily became my signature, instead of Abbey. My mom saw this, and thought something was off with me. So, being the comedian she thought she was, she began to call me her YEBBA.
As I got older, she would yell at me across the house (we are from the country so we do obnoxious things like this), Yebba, go clean the mirrors! I would roll my eyes and go start on the wearisome chore.
I remember being six years old, sitting in front of my mothers huge, thoroughly cleaned mirror in my pajamas. I began to sing, and I got so close to the mirror that it fogged up. Amused, I wiped it off and kept singing for hours. I remember marveling at my reflection and listening to the resonance of the bathroom walls, completely swept up in this strange trance until my name was hollered several times from across the house. I never thought a moment like that would mean anything at all to me, until now.
As some of you know, my mom committed suicide about 3 months ago. Out of love and respect for my mother and life itself, I am changing my artist name to YEBBA. I am making a promise to keep searching for my own reflection. To me, this is not a stage name. It is not an alter ego. It is not some great declaration. This is who I am. This is my reflection.
P.S. New year, new music.