HISTORICAL CONTEXT
Rebecca’s most embarrassing moment came early in life, when at the age of 8 she discovered that the bathroom in the back of her science classroom was not in fact a portal to a far-off land, and that yes, the hysterical mob of laughing, pointing 3rd graders had heard her singing at the top of her lungs for the past 20 minutes.Loebe denies that her current occupation as a full-time touring musician is in any way related to childhood incidents that may or may not have occurred, as well as allegations that her pre-show ritual includes curling into fetal position and muttering “I’ll show them…they’ll be sorry….â€
These days she keeps busy charming and slightly bewildering audiences from Florida to Maine with her candid and boisterous stage presence, catchy, confessional original songs and an unparalleled affinity for literature, red wine and dark chocolate.
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THE BECCA LOEBE BOOK EXCHANGE
Next time you come a live show, bring a book that you love, and we'll trade! (I've usually got a copy of The Awakening by Kate Chopin, but as my world is continually rocked by other pieces of literature, I'll fold those into the mix : ).==========================================================
CALLING ALL DIET COKE HEADS AND MYSPACE QUEENS
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