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“My overnight success was really 15 years in the making. I'd been writing songs since I was 6 and playing in bands and performing since I was 14.”

Quote by Lisa Loeb

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Lisa Loeb
Lisa Loeb

Lisa Loeb is an American singer-songwriter born on March 11, 1968. Known for her distinctive voice and heartfelt lyrics, she is a significant figure in the independent music scene of the 1990s. Loeb's debut album 'Tambourine Man' from the early 1990s featured her signature song 'Stay', which became her anthem. more

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